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

You get all sorts of people in the library, and the librarian gets it all.

[...] the awesome splendor of the universe is much easier to deal with if you think of it as a series of small chunks.

Mr. Tulip lived his life on that thin line most people occupy just before they haul off and hit someone repeatedly with a wrench.

They've got something they do it with, I think it's called a mocracy, and it means everyone in the whole country can say who the new Tyrant is. One man ... one vet. ... Everyone has ... the vet. Except for women, of course. And children. And criminals. And slaves. And stupid people. And people of foreign extraction. And people disapproved of for, er, various reasons. And lots of other people. But everyone apart from them. It's a very enlightened civilization.

Journalism makes you think fast. You have to speak to people in all walks of life. Especially local journalism.

Money makes people rich; it is a fallacy to think it makes them better, or even that it makes them worse. People are what they do, and what they leave behind.