A screaming comes across the sky. It has happened before, but there is nothing to compare it to now.

If they can get you asking the wrong questions, they don't have to worry about answers.

Let the peace of this day be here tomorrow when I wake up.

They plot, they plot, sleeping or afoot they never let up.

The moment of assassination is the moment when power and the ignorance of power come together, with Death as validator.

The silences here are retreats of sound, like the retreat of the surf before a tidal wave: sound draining away, down slopes of acoustic passage, to gather, someplace else, to a great surge of noise.

In their brief time together Slothrop forms the impression that this octopus is not in good mental health, though where's his basis for comparing?

Memory, even in the rest of us, is a shifting, fading, partial thing, a net that doesn’t catch all the fish by any means and sometimes catches butterflies that don’t.

We do not, after all, deal in truths, only potentialities. Too much truth can be worse than death, and last longer.

But all bubbles have a way of bursting or being deflated in the end.

Goals in writing are dreams with deadlines.

...sunlight is (life and day are)only loaned:whereas night is given(night and death and the rain are given;and given is how beautifully snow)

What would we have to hold in compassion to be at peace right now? What would we have to let go of to be at peace right now?

The greatest moment of your life is now. This moment is God's irreplaceable gift to you.

You can blame people who knock things over in the dark or you can begin to light candles. You're only at fault if you know about the problem and choose to do nothing.

I have my own tastes and I have my my own... like, I dunno. I think it's really subjective; something that I think is a great song, is unlistenable to somebody else, which I've come to realise.

Men that make Envy and crooked malice nourishment, Dare bite the best.