It did seem hard to be doing something heroic while everyone was too busy to notice.

Tea is the magic key to the vault where my brain is kept.

If wits were pins, the man would be a veritable hedgehog.

Oh, painted smirk of a hopeless dawn, the girl is still wearing her breeches.

I want my chirfugging goose back!

Brand a man as a thief and no one will ever hire him for honest labor - he will be a hardened robber within weeks. The brand does not reveal a person's nature, it shapes it.

You’re a peach full of poison, you know that?" Mosca snapped back, but could not quite keep a hint of admiration from her tone.

I am anything I wish to be. The world cannot choose for me. No, it is for me to choose what the world shall be.

In Mosca’s experience, a ‘long story’ was always a short story someone did not want to tell.

The world is like a broken wrist that healed the wrong way, and will never be the same again.

Everybody knew that books were dangerous. Read the wrong book, it was said, and the words crawled around your brain on black legs and drove you mad, wicked mad.

In order to fulfill our wants we get busy to make our living comfortable and we forget about our needs, and we make our life uncomfortable. So, add " life " in our living.

The end-time church will be a worshipper of God alone

He was my tormentor and my solace; the creator of the dark and the light within.

Now in Utah if you get the death sentence, they have the firing squad. In Russia, they call that early retirement.

Divinity is in its omniscience and omnipotence like a wheel, a circle, a whole, that can neither be understood, nor divided, nor begun nor ended.

Cartoonists are untrained artists, while illustrators are more trained.

I got all A's and was hated for it; I spoke correctly and was called a punk.

The chemistry among the four of us is very strong.

The unconscious works without your knowledge and that is the way it prefers.

Remember that what you believe will depend very much on what you are.