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

Whenever feasible, one should always try to eat the rude.

Life's too slippery for books, Clarice; anger appears as lust, lupus presents as hives.

You must understand that when you are writing a novel you are not making anything up. It's all there and you just have to find it.

Evil's just destructive? Then storms are evil, if it's that simple. And we have fire, and there there's hail. Underwriters lump it all under 'Acts of God.

You know how cats do. They hide to die. Dogs come home.

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