quote me.

I never knew about all this. I never knew I lived in heaven, even if it’s only heaven to a clan of little blue men.

She smiled and opened up one of the books on New Zealand. You know how pretty someone can be when she opens up a book? Especially if she has brown hair the color of the pelican’s feathers?

In fact he was incurably insane and hallucinated more or less continually, but by a remarkable stroke of lateral thinking his fellow wizards had reasoned, in that case, that the whole business could be sorted out if only they could find a formula that caused him to hallucinate that he was completely sane.*

*This is a very common hallucination, shared by most people.

When we die, we will turn into songs, and we will hear each other and remember each other.

…she’s so cool and tough and unflappable, until she goes to a bar and gets jumped by a song on the jukebox…

It reminds me of Miss Marietta’s lectures, how her eyes sparkled when she shared the joys of pollination. “We can learn a lot from the plant world,” she’s said. “Survival seems unlikely. The fate of you and your posterity are usually beyond your control. A strong wind. Forgiving soil. A hungry insect. But there’s a certain amount of grace, giving yourself up to the hope that things will work out if you, the plant, just produce as many seeds as possible. With enough work, enough effort, one of those seeds will grow.

Back in my seat I suddenly understand something I’ve never understood before. It matters who I am. I fit in the world. I do.

Things come in waves or come in on tides, the moon pulling our destinies from shore to shore so that what we think is coincidence seldom is.

Everything in the universe evolved.

There is no getting away from yourself, so it’s highly important to get one’s brain under control. That’s a fact.