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?

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.

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

Children and rain, both are intimate friends.

The path leading to stability is always opened to the sons of God

May I live to see the day when I long for the agony I feel now. /ながらへば またこのごろや しのばれむ 憂しと見し世ぞ いまは恋しき

If you don't have shadows, you're not in the light.

Our minds can come up with the most entertaining possibilities, if we let them. But most of the time, we keep them under far too close a check.

The one thing that keeps us out of connection is our fear that we're not worthy of connection.

Love me tender, love me sweet, never let me go.

Just because I'm showing somebody being disemboweled doesn't mean that I have to get heavy and put a message behind it.

Maybe you should get rid of me,” I whisper onto his lips. “Never,” he says, kissing me once softly. “You’re mine for as long as you breathe.

How many thousands of [lives] are there every year that comes cast away, (in all civilized countries at least)--and consider'd asnothing but common air, in competition of an hypothesis.