Everything makes sense a bit at a time. But when you try to think of it all at once, it comes out wrong.

Even our fears make us feel important, because we fear we might not be.

He moved in a way that suggested he was attempting the world speed record for the nonchalant walk.

Imagination, not intelligence, made us human.

"It would seem that you have no useful skill or talent whatsoever" he said. "Have you thought of going into teaching?"

The oldest fan letter I've had is from someone aged eighty-five.

I don’t think it's weak to admit you made a mistake. That takes strength, if you ask me.