My ears were full. Nothing more, not one more sound, could push into them and be registered.

You must take life the way it comes at you and make the best of it.

My life is like a memento mori painting from European art: there is always a grinning skull at my side to remind me of the folly of human ambition.

Slice a pear and you will find that its flesh is incandescent white. It glows with inner light. Those who carry a knife and a pear are never afraid of the dark.

Zoo is an artificial territory, an approximation. Civilization is our natural territory.

To choose doubt as a philosophy of life is akin to choosing immobility as a means of transportation.

Life is a peephole, a single tiny entry onto a vastness--how can I not dwell on this brief, cramped view of things? This peephole is all I've got!

We commonly say in the trade that the most dangerous animal in a zoo is Man.

I know zoos are no longer in people's good graces. Religion faces the same problem. Certain illusions about freedom plague them both.

If you stumble at mere believability, what are you living for? Isn't love hard to believe?

No one dies of nausea, but it can seriously sap the will to live.

Everything want to be loved. Us sing and dance and holler, just trying to be loved.

I heard you laughing, ' Jack said. He wanted to say something about the quality of that terrible laughter, but he did not know how to begin. So he said, ' I've never heard anyone laugh like you do.

She’s a lunatic, ” says Conrad.“Absolutely insane, ” says Guntram.“Either completely fearless or utterly stupid, ” says Conrad.“She’s going to fit right in, ” says Guntram.

When everything else breaks down, I don't hesitate to roam out of the pocket and do the boogaloo.

Metaphors get under your skin by ghosting right past the logical mind.

And that vest won't help, cuz I'm aimin' at yo scalp

The reader might reflect that an awful lot of supposing has to take place in order for the quantity theory of money to be true.

There's such a buildup of crud in my oven, there's only room to bake a single cupcake.

You know how it is when you go to be the subject of a psychology experiment and nobody else shows up and you think maybe that's part of the experiment? I'm like that all the time.

Logic and truth are two very different things, but they often look the same to the mind that's performing the logic.