It is the want to know the end that makes us believe in God, or witchcraft, believe, at least, in something.

When God hands you a gift, he also hands you a whip; and the whip is intended for self-flagellation solely.

Friendship is a pretty full-time occupation if you really are friendly with somebody. You can't have too many friends because then you're just not really friends.

Love, having no geography, knows no boundaries.

And turning in space, her hair swung like a victory. They danced until all at once and as one the music dimmed and the stars went dark.

Good luck and believe me, dearest Doc - it's better to look at the sky than live there. Such an empty place; so vague. Just a country where the thunder goes and things disappear.