Even if you're on the right track, you'll get run over if you just sit there.
Worrying about them always struck me as about as useful as worrying about getting hit by lightning.
Someone went upside my head again.
Fiction is obliged to stick to possibilities. Truth isn't.
I think it is good that books still exist, but they do make me sleepy.
I like coincidences. They make me wonder about destiny, and whether free will is an illusion or just a matter of perspective. They let me speculate on the idea of some master plan that, from time to time, we're allowed to see out of the corner of our eye.
Whatever you do, do it to the purpose; do it thoroughly, not superficially. Go to the bottom of things. Any thing half done, or half known, is in my mind, neither done nor known at all. Nay, worse, for it often misleads.