This book had two authors, and they were both the same person.

Whole new theories of money were growing here like mushrooms: in the dark and based on bullshit.

Progress just means bad things happen faster.

I stroll along, talk, I sign books, people buy me drinks, I forget where my hotel is, I get lost and fall into some local body of water... done it hundreds of times.

They didn't know why these things were funny. Sometimes you laugh because you've got no more room for crying. Sometimes you laugh because table manners on a beach are funny. And sometimes you laugh because you're alive, when you really shouldn't be.

That's one form of magic, of course." "What, just knowing things?" "Knowing things that other people don't know.

Fantasy is an exercise bicycle for the mind. It might not take you anywhere, but it tones up the muscles that can.