I meant," said Ipslore bitterly, "what is there in this world that truly makes living worthwhile?" Death thought about it. CATS, he said eventually. CATS ARE NICE.

And the people next door oppress me all night long. I tell them, I work all day, a man's got to have some time to learn to play the tuba. That's oppression, that is. If I'm not under the heel of the oppressor, I don't know who is.

The students were staring at her in the manner of those who have heard of the species 'female' but have never expected to get this close to one.

You have to start out learning to believe the little lies. "So we can believe the big ones?" Yes. Justice, mercy, duty. That sort of thing.

I don't read an awful lot of fiction and when I do, it tends to be lightweight stuff.

Just because it's not nice doesn't mean it's not miraculous.

I don't think a baker reads an awful lot about bread.