Juliet's version of cleanliness was next to godliness, which was to say it was erratic, past all understanding and was seldom seen.

Words are the litmus paper of the mind.

If Not You, Who Else?

Only in our dreams are we free. The rest of the time we need wages.

Inside every sane person there's a madman struggling to get out," said the shopkeeper. "That's what I've always thought. No one goes mad quicker than a totally sane person.

Anyway, if you stop tellin' people it's all sorted out afer they're dead, they might try sorting it all out while they're alive.

His mind worked fast, flying in emergency supplies of common sense, as human minds do, to construct a huge anchor in sanity and prove that what happened hadn't really happened and, if it had happened, hadn't happened much.