He sorted all the mail into three piles of “for” and “against” and “wildly insane,” then threw all of them… — Connie Willis

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

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

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