It is difficult to put words to the smell of decomposing human. It is dense and cloying, sweet but not flower-sweet. Halfway between rotting fruit and rotting meat.

Many people will find this book disrespectful. There is nothing amusing about being dead, they will say. Ah, but there is.

We are biology. We are reminded of this at the beginning and the end, at birth and at death. In between we do what we can to forget.

Not that there's anything wrong with just lying around on your back. In it's way, rotting is interesting too, as we will see. It's just that there are other ways to spend your time as a cadaver.

There wasn't an anhydrous lacrimal gland in the room...

compressed into boxes, packed in sawdust, ... trussed up in sacks, roped up like hams...

cadavers' intestines hanging like a parade streamers off the sides of tables, skulls bobbing in boiling pots, organs strewn on the floor being eaten by dogs.....

Are you insane?” she’d replied. “Yes.” Jeoff didn’t even bat an eye as he admitted it.-Arabella & Jeoff

The fox changes his skin but not his habits.

We share one heart, one home, and one glorious destiny.

He who does something at the head of one Regiment, will eclipse him who does nothing at the head of a hundred.

Instead of facing a crisis as I approached middle age, I discovered that a new and better life lay before me. I called the process of discovery 'halftime,' and the outcome led to my second half.

There is no dogma that the organ or harmonium can be used in church, but not the drum.

Can I smoke now without someone taking my picture?

If you are going to emphasize certain words in the headline, be sure that they are the words that say something.

I believe we are on the edge of a quantum leap into a whole new way of organizing and living as a human family.

Poor and content is rich, and rich enough.