“Strange how much simple wisdom there is to be found in the deformed head and unprepossessing carcase of your typical London cabbie.”
“Hey,” the cabbie yelled. “How’s about a tip?” “You bet-ski,” Evie said, heading toward the old Victorian mansion, her long silk scarf trailing behind her. “Don’t kiss strange men in Penn Station.”
“No matter how much you know, your destiny depends on the Wisdom, Knowledge and Understanding you display.”
“It's strange how the simple things in life go on while we become difficult.”
“Too much sun after a Syracuse winter does strange things to your head, makes you feel strong, even if you aren't.”
“If you haven't found something strange during the day, it hasn't been much of a day.”