“What is it about L.A.?” “The Great Cosmic Belly Button that attracteth the spiritual lint of the universe,” Faith replied. - Esther Friesner

Come on, Noel, you know me. You know how I feel about books. Do you think I'd ever willfully destroy one? Ten? Hundreds? A whole library full?"
"You wouldn't," Noel agreed. "But those friends of yours are straight out of the Dark Ages. Who knows what they'd do?"
"They'd tell you what made the Dark Ages so damn dark was not enough books, that's what they do." Roger stuck out his chin. "They know what they owe to books more than a lot of the sitcom slaves out there. They know you can't solve any problem in thirty minutes, less commercial breaks. They know that the past wasn't perfect but they also know how to look through the histories for past mistakes so they'll recognize them if they come around again. They'll do a lot of things, but they won't hurt books.

Some people just don't stop to think; they're too busy swallowing nightmares whole.

Like many a freshman with dangerous leanings toward the Humanities, Noel circled the topic of choosing a major cautiously, occasionally poking it with a stick to see which way it lunged and which way he should jump to avoid it.