Mine was the twilight and the morning. Mine was a world of rooftops and love songs.

The purpose of life is the expansion of happiness.

Thought for the day: Twitter...140 character limit...must be a great tool for fortune cookie writers...

There is a safety mechanism in place [to ensure the perambulator doesn't turn back into a purse with a baby in it] : if anything weighing more than a pound and a half-about the weight of a three-volume novel-is in the carriage of the perambulator, it will not transform.

Do you know much about the Vittra?""Some." He held out an orange slice to me. "Want some?""No, thanks." I shook my head. "How much is 'some'?""I meant like a slice or two, but you can have the rest if you really want.

Owning a drone does not a pilot make.