The gods, after all, are only human, and once their rage has been placated they are perfectly capable of acts of mercy and grace.

But the toaster was quite satisfied with itself, thank you. Though it knew from magazines that there were toasters who could toast four slices at a time, it didn't think that the master, who lived alone and seemed to have few friends, would have wanted a toaster of such institutional proportions. With toast, it's quality that matters, not quantity.

Here was a flower (the daisy reflected) strangely like itself and yet utterly unlike itself too. Such a paradox has often been the basis for the most impassioned love.

Creativity is the ability to see relationships where none exist.

Though opposition is a hopeless task, acquiescence would be worse.

The gods, after all, are only human, and once their rage has been placated they are perfectly capable of acts of mercy and grace.

Creativeness is finding patterns where none exist.