You asked me how to get out of the finite dimensions when I feel like it. I certainly don’t use logic when I do it. Logic’s the first thing you have to get rid of.

You know Sven? The man who takes care of the gym?’ he asked. He waited till he got a nod from Nicholson. ‘Well, if Sven dreamed tonight that his dog died, he’d have a very,...

I’ve never seen such a bunch of apple-eaters.

Only a person with the true heart of a dictionary-writer would be lying in bed, three days after being stabbed in the gut, worrying about his P’s.

I need you forever, for you are my teddy.