Secret to what?""Secret to shutting you up, " he said. "I just have to beat you till you're half-dead, then give you chicken soup and"--he raised his hands--"blessed silence.

Nothing kills a party like an oversize metal hedgehog.

He raised his hand in a peaceful gesture. "You need to relax a bit, dove. Like Mouse over there. You trust me, don't you, Mouse?""Nope!""Ahhh, I'm hurt. Nobody likes me.

Our relationship had been doomed form the start, because it was based on grief, and unlike love, grief eventually passed.

Reliance on other people's knowledge. . . . buys us all a lot of time. It also buys us, in essence, many billions of prosthetic brains.

the scary part is that people don't realize how much they've changed .

The need for beauty and the [artistic] creation which embodies it is inseparable from man, and without it man would possibly not want to live in the world.

Don't try to hurt anyone, you will not succeed because you can hurt only yourself.

Yes I am weird, weird is good. Normal is overrated.

Perhaps she just needed to remind herself more often how that gold was still floating above her head, it's minuscule particles visible only when pierced by a certain light.

I'm not any kind of social reformer.

I'm just a simple Jewish boy from the Bronx.

Only through immitation do we develop toward originality.

Expectations is the place you must always go to before you get to where you're going.