As a child, I was an imaginary playmate.

Purpose! Purposes are for animals with a hell of a lot more dignity than the human race! Just hop on that strange torpedo and ride it to wherever it's going.

Love is very powerful, but it has limits and it's a costly mistake to spread it too thin.

Toys are made in heaven, batteries are made in hell.

If you were Jesus with missing years to kill where would you go?

There exists a false aristocracy based on family name, property, and inherited wealth. But there likewise exists a true aristocracy based on intelligence, talent and virtue.

What are the odds that two separate writers, strangers, a thousand miles apart, would each invent fictions in which guys take girls to an esoteric frog lecture on their first date? If that isn't synchronicity, it's something equally as weird.