His movements could be called cat-like, except that he did not stop to spray urine up against things.

Steal five dollars and you're a common thief. Steal thousands and you're either the government or a hero.

The truth is a fog, in which one man sees the heavenly host and the other one sees a flying elephant.

He's probably their battle poet, too." "You mean he makes up heroic songs about famous battles?" "No, no. He recites poems that frighten the enemy....When a well-trained gonnagle starts to recite, the enemy's ears explode.

You see the lighted windows and what you want to think is that there may be many interesting stories behind them, but what you know is that really there are just dull, dull souls, mere consumers of food, who think their instincts are emotions and their tiny lives of more account than a whisper of wind.

Because some stories end, but old stories go on, and you gotta dance to the music if you want to stay ahead

Nothing I can say or devise, and nothing anybody else can say or devise, is going to be perfect.