I think... I would rather recollect a life misspent on fragile things than spent avoiding moral debt

... the beast made the noise of a cat being shampooed, a lonely wail of horror and outrage, of shame and defeat.

I had to go to the store, I had decided, to bring back some apples - and I went past the store that sold apples and I kept driving, and driving. I was going so…

'You're no help,' he told the lime. This was unfair. It was only a lime; there was nothing special about it at all. It was doing the best it could.

It is curious that physical courage should be so common in the world, and moral courage so rare.

Being able to remain on that dizzying crest - that is integrity and the rest is subterfuge.

We should live our lives as though Christ were coming this afternoon.