“Fifty-nine,” Mr. Mowen said. “That’s too many coincidences to just be a coincidence.” — Connie Willis

A cage is a safe place as long as nobody has the key.

He sorted all the mail into three piles of “for” and “against” and “wildly insane,” then threw all of them into the wastebasket.

Do you suppose Walter Hunt would have invented the safety pin if he had known that punk rockers would stick them through their cheeks?