Destiny is important, see, but people go wrong when they think it controls them. It's the other way around.

Welcome to fear, said Moist to himself. It's hope, turned inside out. You know it can't go wrong, you're sure it can't go wrong... But it might.

... the food was good solid stuff for a cold morning, all calories and fat and protein and maybe a vitamin crying softly because it was all alone.

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

I don't really plan. I'm almost intuitive about things.

Granddad was superstitious about books. He thought that if you had enough of them around, education leaked out, like radioactivity.

Your whole life passes in front of your eyes before you die. This is called living.