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

There is no murder. We make murder, and it matters only to us.

In making friends, she was wary of people who foster dependency and feed on it. She had been involved with a few--the blind attract them, and they are the enemy.

It's hard to have anything isn't it? Rare to get it, hard to keep it. This is a damn slippery planet.

When Will Graham could open his right eye, he saw the clock and knew where he was- an intensive-care unit. He knew to watch the clock. Its movement assured him that this was passing, would pass. That's what it was there for.

There is a common emotion we all recognize and have not yet named -- the happy anticipation of being able to feel contempt.

A census taker tried to quantify me once. I ate his liver with some fava beans and a big Amarone. Go back to school, little Starling.