I've lost both parents in the last two years, so you pick up on that stuff. That's the most terrible thing about being an author - standing there at your mother's funeral, but you don't switch the author off. So your own innermost thoughts are grist for the mill.

We are monkeys. We like to chatter. Chattering doesn't cost us anything.

Are you a philosopher? Where's your sponge?

And no practical definition of freedom would be complete without the freedom to take the consequences. Indeed, it is the freedom upon which all the others are based.

Never cross a woman with a star on a stick, young lady. They've got a mean streak.

Susan says, don't get afraid, get angry.

The Chain Letter to the Ephebians. Forget Your Gods. Be Subjugated. Learn to Fear. Do not break the chain -- the last people who did woke up one morning to find fifty thousand armed men on their lawn.