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

Raising the flag and singing the anthem are, while somewhat suspicious, not in themselves acts of treason.

Now he knew: They were real. Who’d make up a thing like this? Okay, one of them was a cheese that rolled around of its own accord, but nobody was perfect.

There isn't a way things should be. There's just what happens, and what we do.

The universe, they said, depended for its operation on the balance of four forces which they identified as charm, persuasion, uncertainty and bloody-mindedness.

Who'd want a pony when you could have the whole universe? It was far more interesting and you didn't have to muck it out once a week.

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