What thumbsuckers we all are...when it comes to mothers.

In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.

It must have been then that I began to lose faith in reasonable argument as the sole measure of truth.

People change, though, especially after they are dead.

Religious people of any serious kind made her nervous: they were like men in raincoats who might or might not be flashers.

on the day that started it all, that rocketed me forward and landed me here, in this new body, in this new future.

We all know that joy and sorrow are entirely matters of fate and have nothing whatsoever to do with planning.

One doesn't know, till one is a bit at odds with the world, how much one's friends who believe in one rather generously, mean to one.

The idea of dying and coming back is what makes the Halloween films work.

I do not know what to say in a case so surprising, so unlooked for and so novel.

Working in lock-step simply isn't a good idea. Never has been, never will be.

God sends the dawn that we might see the might-have-beens that still might be.

The notion of getting under the hood and explaining how something works, that's fairly familiar territory to me.

I'm taking my skills to different people's homes that have stoves for it.

Eating words has never given me indigestion.