The big difference between my mom and me– besides the fact that she is dead normal and I’m a magic-handling freak– is that she’s the real thing. She may have a slight problem seeing other...

I found that the only way I could control this sorrow was not to think of [it] at all, which was almost as painful as the loss itself.

…there remained a strange formality between them, and her pleasure in his presence felt too much like missing him had felt during the last week.

I like that: a little pressure on the understood boundaries of yourself. Sounded like something out of a self-awareness class, probably with yoga. See what kind of a pretzel you can tie yourself into and...

I’d always had a guilty preference for fiction. Since I seemed now to be living fiction, this proved to have been an entirely reasonable choice.

Even Mongo liked him, although Mongo likes everybody. (Also Mongo was so thrilled with himsel for staying in the dog bed till I’d released him that nothing was going to blow his mood.)

What we can do, we must do: we must use what we are given, and we must use it the best we can, however much or little help we have for the task. What you...

I wondered what you’d have on the side with a plate of Deep Fried Anxiety. Pickles? Coleslaw? Potato-strychnine mash?

You can be a really nasty, selfish little jerk when you’re scared enough. I was scared enough.

The merrel also knew its wing had not healed. But I could reach a great height once more before it failed me, it said. And from there I would fold my wings and plummet to...

Her betrothed is a lout, her father is a boor; and now her brother is trailing around looking like a thunderstorm about to burst. Men are not sensible creatures.”Thank you,’ said Robin.

Charlie is one of the big good guys in my universe.