You're trying to be tricky. What's morality?""It's the difference between what's right and what you can rationalize.""Must be a human thing.""Exactly.

Children see magic because they look for it.

He loved constantly, instantly, spontaneously, without thought or words. That's what he taught me. Love is not something you think about, it is a state in which you dwell. That was his gift.

It's wildly irritating to have invented something as revolutionary as sarcasm, only to have it abused by amateurs.

If you think anyone is sane you just don’t know enough about them. The key — and this is very relevant in our case — is to find someone whose insanity dovetails with your own.

Oh, we are but soft and squishy bags of mortality rolling in a bin of sharp circumstance, leaking life until we collapse, flaccid, into our own despair.

Nobody's perfect... Well, there was this one guy, but we killed him.

I was seven before I realized that you could eat breakfast with your pants on.

If you think anyone is sane you just don't know enough about them.

Canada is a myth people made up to entertain children, like the Tooth Fairy. There’s no such place.

So hey, once Joshua heals your brother, you want to go do something, get some pomegranate juice, a falafel,or get married or something?

It's a symbiotic process, writing. What I am makes the books—not part of me, all of me—and then the books themselves inform the sense of what I am. So the more I can be, the better the books will be.

Blind-believers and staunch atheists have the same god - namely, a self-deluded, one's own shadow's bot.

Twinkle, twinkle, little star, How I wonder where you are. Looking up is no solution; The sky's so full of light pollution.

The spirit of poetry combines the profundity of the philosopher and the child's delight in bright pictures.

There are as many strata at different levels of life as there are leaves in a book. When on the higher levels we can remember the lower levels, but when on the lower we cannot remember the higher.

The highway of life is filled with flat squirrels that couldn't make a decision.

It is my great misfortune that I have to measure your love by the money gifts you give for Daridranarayana.

There is something in humility which, strangely enough, exalts the heart, and something in pride which debases it.

The only time I'm miserable is when I can't keep an instrument in tune.

History contains little beyond a list of people who have accommodate themselves with other people's property.