Bak stood a moment, as though considering whether the sum total of their shared working life was ending in a minus or a plus.

Assad whistled a few notes of one of his native country's melancholic songs. It sounded as though he was whistling backwards

He'd make her work so hard that a job as a cardboard-box presser at the margerine factory would seem like paradise.

Take us to the in-between, Where earth meets sky, and wake meets dream.And time rushes by, unseen.Take us to the infinite night, Where up is down, and left is right, And dark vanquishes light.

It is curious what patches of hardness and tenderness lie side by side in men’s dispositions. I suppose he has some test by which he finds out whom Heaven cares for.

407Justice was like coloured balls in a magician's hand, changing colour and shape all the time beneath the light of politics.

We do not follow a health and wealth savior. We follow a homeless and wounded Savior.

As boys get older, they can't let on that it's cool to meet me.

The 'interactive fiction' format hasn't changed in any fundamental way since the early 1970s, in the same way that the format of the novel hasn't since 1700.

I was a sort of rock journalist - whatever that is - in London in the late '60s.

When you just get mixed up & there's too much going on, then it's time to pick up your guitar.

If the pilots were in charge, Columbus would still be in port. They believe the assertion that the world is flat.

You know when there's someone new on the rise and there's too much hype? I didn't want that to be me.