You must go on a long journey before you can really find out how wonderful home is.

The thing about God, she thought, is that He usually does help, but not until you've made an effort on your own.

Storms probably exist only because after them we can have a sunrise.

She started thinking about all the euphemisms for death, all the anxious taboos that had always fascinated her. It was too bad you could never have an intelligent discussion on the subject. People were either too young or too old, or else they didn't have time.

You can't always be friendly. It's impossible, there isn't the time.

Quite, quite,' she thought with a little sigh. 'It's always like this in their adventures. To save and be saved. I wish somebody would write a story sometime about the people who warm up the heroes afterward.

Someone who eats pancakes and jam can't be so awfully dangerous. You can talk to him.