People were more often...torches, blazing away until they whiffed out.

People forget if they don't keep testing things.

Life was now good and needed no arguments.

All of them running about, putting out the stars and extinguishing the sun.

... dead cities have a way of making you want to whisper, to watch the sun go down.

Magazines became a nice blend of vanilla tapioca. Books...were dishwater.

What they talked of all evening long, no one remembered next day.

Dig in the earth, delve in the soul.

If you hide your ignorance, no one will hit you and you'll never learn.

Find friends, ditch enemies!

Here in the world of people you might give time, money, and prayer with little or no return.

You're peculiar, you're aggravating, yet you're easy to forgive.

You don’t question Providence.
If you can’t have the reality, a dream is just as good.

The books are to remind us what asses and fools we are.

She didn't want to know how a thing was done, but why. That can be embarrassing.

Oh, God, the terrible tyranny of the majority.