Since he had given up men he had taken up geography. He visited a new sight or a new neighborhood nearly every weekend.

But what are they?” Annie asked.“An omphalos, probably, ” said Jacob.“A what, dear?” Melinda asked.“A bellybutton of the world.”“I didn’t know it had one.

– I’m going to be a writer, he reminded Milo.– And you won’t need literature?– I’ll write my own.

By its nature a relationship was not an accomplishment. It was just a connection that happened to exist, for as long as it did exist.

He was in the flow of time now. He was in a story.

There’s always a story that people are telling about themselves, and sometimes you can get them to tell it ever so slightly differently.

It is perhaps necessary for something dear to be lost.”“Why?”“Perhaps it is necessary to the making of a story. A story after all is a way of remembering love.

It’s a question of wanting to know how the story turns out. And one can only know that about one story, ever.

A year ago he had been in America. Two years ago he had been straight. Tonight he was underground, with the remains of the bogey man, lit by the torches of the children who had killed him.

I suppose it does come with a certain responsibility.”“What does?” asked Annie.“The magnificence of my person.”“Gah.

Like capitalism, ” Carl suggested. “‘We’ll give you so much pleasure, you’ll never want to try another socioeconomic system.

Read a short story every day.

Violence send deep roots into the heart, it has no seasons, it is always ripe, evergreen.

Instead of crying and begging for your love, you can stand and fight for it.

You have to love the office and you have to love our country and what is going on right now.

The place was so British, I wouldn't have been surprised if the mice wore monocles.

You have to have an international reference of competition. You have to go beyond your home.

An intelligent class can scarce ever be, as a class, vicious, and never, as a class, indolent. The excited mental activity operates as a counterpoise to the stimulus of sense and appetite.

I keep hearing tree talk water words and i keep knowing what they mean.

Every cat knows some things need to be buried.

When security comes, every man for himself