All that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost; the old that is strong does not wither, deep roots are not reached by the frost. From the ashes a fire shall be woken, a light from the shadows shall spring; renenwed shall be blade that was broken, the crownless again shall be king.

The world is changed because you are made of ivory and gold. The curves of your lips rewrite history.

There were such things as dwarf gods.

Dwarfs were not a naturally religious species, but in a world where pit props could crack without warning and pockets of fire damp could suddenly explode they'd seen the need for gods as the sort of supernatural equivalent of a hard hat. Besides, when you hit your thumb with an eight-pound hammer it's nice to be able to blaspheme.

It takes a very special and very strong-minded kind of atheist to jump up and down with their hand clasped under their other armpit and shout "Oh, random fluctuations-in-the-space-time-continuum!" or "Aaargh, primitive-and-outmoded-concept on a crutch!"

Du och jag, Alfred!

He could not swim, but how would you drown him? His wrath seemed to buoy him up.

All the trouble I ever was in, said Ballard, was caused by whiskey or women or both. He'd often heard men say as much.

All the trouble I ever was in was caused by gettin caught, said the black.

She sat stark naked on the ground and watched him go, calling various names after him, none his.

Alt er tenkelig, alt kan skje. Fremtiden er så åpen at det er verken ønskelig eller mulig å lage seg en ferdigspikret livsfilosofi. Da vil vi stagnere. Filosofien begynner med undring og slutter med undring- dyp undring. Derfor bør vi betrakte livet og tilværelsen som en strøm. Og det er følelsene som setter et liv i bevegelse. Følelsene aktiverer deg underveis i livet og motiverer til handlinger og holdningsendringer.

Selv de ondeste minner får før eller siden noe godt ved seg, alltid er det noe der tankene kan kjæle med. Nostalgien er skamløs. Ikke hva du gjorde eller hva som ble gjort med deg, ikke hvordan du hadde det, men at du var der. I en annen verden.

Det er en god, gammel regel som sier at man bør begynne med begynnelsen. Når kvinner skal fortelle en historie, begynner de regelmessig med poenget; forutsatt da at deres historier har et poeng, hva de oftest ikke har. Vi menn derimot, det saklige kjønn, vi som kan fortelle en historie, vi begynner alltid med begynnelsen.

Mot Friedrich Nietzsces valgsprog: Lev farlig! har jeg alltid med ubønnhørlig konsekvens satt Bernhard Borges ord: Lev koselig!