You will not persuade me with appeals to my intellectual vanity.

What do you look at while you’re making up your mind? Ours is not a reflective culture, we do no raise our eyes up to the hills. Most of the time we decide the critical things while looking at the linoleum floor of an institutional corridor, or whispering hurriedly in a waiting room with a television blatting nonsense.

And be grateful. Our scars have the power to remind us that the past was real.

The tragedy is not to die, but to be wasted.

Typhoid and swans - it all comes from the same place.

Good-bye Clarice. Will you let me know if ever the lambs stop screaming?" "Yes." Pembry was taking her arm. It was go or fight him. "Yes," she said. "I'll tell you." "Do you promise?""Yes.

Nothing made me happen. I happened.