The trouble with having an open mind, of course, is that people will insist on coming along and trying to put things in it.
Give a man a fire and he's warm for a day, but set fire to him and he's warm for the rest of his life.
It is said that your life flashes before your eyes just before you die. That is true, it's called Life.
If cats looked like frogs we'd realize what nasty, cruel little bastards they are. Style. That's what people remember.
Why do you go away? So that you can come back. So that you can see the place you came from with new eyes and extra colors. And the people there see you differently, too. Coming back to where you started is not the same as never leaving.
Time is a drug. Too much of it kills you.
In the beginning there was nothing, which exploded.
It's not worth doing something unless someone, somewhere, would much rather you weren't doing it.
"I meant," said Ipslore bitterly, "what is there in this world that truly makes living worthwhile?" Death thought about it. CATS, he said eventually. CATS ARE NICE."
If you have enough book space, I don't want to talk to you.