Good and bad is tricky," she said. "I ain't too certain about where people stand. P'raps what matters is which way you face." (pp. 348-349)

Sometimes words need music too. Sometimes the descriptions are not enough. Books should be written with soundtracks, like films.

They looked at one another in incomprehension, two minds driving opposite ways up a narrow street and waiting for the other man to reverse first.

I don’t see why it matters what is written. Not when it’s about people. It can always be crossed out.

The universe was bad enough without people poking it.

Luck is my middle name. Mind you, my first name is Bad.

Apes had it worked out. No ape would philosophize, "The mountain is, and is not." They would think, "The banana is. I will eat the banana. There is no banana. I want another banana.