Time travel was only a kind of magic, after all. That's why it always went wrong.

Do you not know that a man is not dead while his name is still spoken?

I commend my soul to any god that can find it.

Did I do anything last night that suggested I was sane?

Speak softly and employ a huge man with a crowbar.

There was no safety. There was no pride. All there was, was money. Everything became money, and money became everything. Money treated us as if we were things, and we died.

Handle with care. Probably has Views. Do not attempt to kiss hand.

That was an important rule of any game: always make it easy for people to give you money.

Adora Belle fought back, and to make sure fought back even before she was attacked.

Then he kept to the back streets, and found a place that did a very reasonable double sausage, egg, bacon and fried slice, in the hope that food could replace sleep.

Doesn't this place give you the creeps? You could perhaps do something with some floral wallpaper and a fire-bomb.

When the doors begin to close, the mind begins to open.

A book is a small library you can fit into your pocket.

There's room for everyone at the rendezvous of victory.

The true confessors have been aware that not only is life mostly failure, but that in one's failure or pettiness or wrongness exists the living drama of the self.

The conversation of two people remembering, if the memory is enjoyable to both, rocks on like music or lovemaking. There is a rhythm and a predictability to it that each anticipates and relishes.

A poor man fear for money works against him.

My fear is that, had I stayed in Jersey, I would have become Snooki because I'm just a bottle of hair dye away.

I read Macbeth as a secondary student in Nigeria and it was like an African play to me. It had all the right elements - witches, kings and assassinations.

Culture is the one thing that we cannot deliberately aim at. It is the product of a variety of more or less harmonious activities, each pursued for its own sake.

Conviction never so excellent, is worthless until it coverts itself into conduct.