Human Croquet

The beginning is the word and the end is silence. And in between are all the stories.

I am mad, I think. I am mad therefore I think. I am mad therefore I think I am.

I wanted her for what she was, but when I got her I wanted her to change.

I suppose a better sister would have set about weaving him a shirt from nettles and throwing it over his furred-over body so that he could be released from his enchantment and resume his human form. I give him some cat food instead.

... the doors of perception are hanging crazily off their hinges these days.

Do you keep time in the same place that you save it? If so why is it always so difficult to find? It must be in a very safe place.

I'm not myself," she said and then laughed maniacally, "but God knows who I am.

Before the beginning is the void and the void belongs in neither time nor space and is therefore beyond our imagination. Nothing will come of nothing unless it's the beginning of the world. This is how it begins, with the word and the word is life. The void is transformed by a gigantic firecracker allowing time to dawn and imagination to begin.

Vinny rarely leaves the house so when she does it's an occasion of some importance to her. She spends a lot of time looking forward to a glimpse of the outside world and then, when she returns, even more time complaining about it.

I don't think I'd mind working on a cheese counter. It would leave my mind free to do whatever it wanted - which is nothing in particular, it's true, but I like being alone in my head, I'm used to it.

Maybe we're all the living dead, reconstituted from the dust of the dead.

I'm a shadow of my former self," she announces. Vinny was a shadow to begin with, now she's a shadow of a shadow.

Is this normal, I wonder? But then, what is normal?

Ah, but the rich are different,’ the footman said, ‘they take a lot more looking after.