Only one letter divides the comic from the cosmic.

Ada girl, adored girl, [...] I'm a radiant void. I'm convalescing after a long and dreadful illness. You cried over my unseemly scar, but now life is going to be nothing but love and laughter, and corn in cans. I cannot brood over broken hearts, mine is too recently mended.

Poor Knight! he really had two periods, the firsta dull man writing broken English, the seconda broken man writing dull English.

Some people—and I am one of them—hate happy ends. We feel cheated. Harm is the norm. Doom should not jam. The avalanche stopping in its tracks a few feet above the cowering village behaves not only unnaturally but unethically.

Resemblances are the shadows of differences. Different people see different similarities and similar differences.

I loved you. I was a pentapod monster, but I loved you. I was despicable and brutal, and turpid, and everything, mais je t’aimais, je t’aimais!

Literature is invention. Fiction is fiction. To call a story a true story is an insult to both art and truth.