He moved on, in the centre of a widening circle. He wasn't an enemy, he was a nemesis.

You say that you people don’t burn folk and sacrifice people anymore, but that’s what true faith would mean, y’see? Sacrificin’ your own life, one day at a time, to the flame, declarin’ the truth of it, workin’ for it, breathin’ the soul of it. That’s religion. Anything else is just . . . is just bein’ nice. And a way of keepin’ in touch with the neighbors.

If I were you, I'd sue my face for slander.

The best thing I ever did with my life was stand up and say I've got Alzheimer's.

There are some people who hate my guts. But that goes with the territory.

The trouble with thinking was that, once you started, you went on doing it.

Particles of raw inspiration sleet through the universe all the time. Every once in a while one of them hits a receptive mind, which then invents DNA or the flute sonata form or a way of making light bulbs wear out in half the time. But most of them miss. Most people go through their lives without being hit by even one.