escapism isn't good or bad in itself. what is important is what you are escaping from and where you are escaping to.

This is space. It's sometimes called the final frontier. (Except that of course you can't have a final frontier, because there'd be nothing for it to be a frontier to, but as frontiers go, it's pretty penultimate . . .)

Soon to come in licorice, orange, cinnamon, and banana, but not strawberry, because I hate strawberries.

Humans need fantasy in order to be human.

If you have enough book space, I don't want to talk to you.

It's beautiful," said Mort softly. "What is it?" THE SUN IS UNDER THE DISC, said Death. "Is it like this every night?" EVERY NIGHT, said Death. NATURE'S LIKE THAT. "Doesn't anyone know?" ME. YOU. THE GODS. GOOD, ISN'T IT? "Gosh!" Death leaned over the saddle and looked down at the kingdoms of the world. I DON'T KNOW ABOUT YOU, he said, BUT I COULD MURDER A CURRY.

How do you get all those coins?" asked Mort. IN PAIRS.