When I was a kid, I read the science-fiction shelves, and I read the fantasy shelves.

Their families cordially detested one another.

It was the heart of any scam or fiddle -- keep the punter uncertain, or, if he is certain, make him certain of the wrong thing.

When you stand between two mirrors you're spread out among the images, your whole soul is pulled out thin, and somewhere in the distant images a dark part of you might get out and come looking for you, if you aren't careful.

Soon to come in licorice, orange, cinnamon, and banana, but not strawberry, because I hate strawberries.

I'd like to walk on the moon (and return).

Bringing about Armageddon can be dangerous. Do not attempt it in your own home.