You are my star and you have made me see, ” he tells her, “and I am the air beneath your wings, never rending, never ending.

I cannot breathe, or see, nor swim, My darkness is composed of him.

Without ethics, science would be cruelty.

She has built her whole life on the foundation of beauty: each chiseled plane, each sloping dimple, each soft curve as crucial as keystones in the cathedral of her body.

What happened out there?”“I almost got quarking toasted by a dragon.”“A dragon, ” he repeats, scandalized. “Are you mad? Or have you been skulking around the bars of Barbary XIII?

If one has never known freedom, it is easy to be blind to the gridirons composing one's cell.

If you desire peace, begin to pray.

The book of Jonah becomes an embarrassing and public reading of your family business. (page iii)

Here in the enclave, one didn't prosper by demonstrating too much independent thought.

Maniacs of Procreation, bipeds with devalued faces, we have lost all appeal for each other.

I don't care what you do for a living. If you love it, you are a success.

Hee that strikes with his tongue, must ward with his head.

From the age of 17 I was a pin-up girl. I did it for 30 years and, quite frankly, it gets a bit boring.

Capricious, wanton, bold, and brutal Lust Is meanly selfish; when resisted, cruel; And, like the blast of Pestilential Winds, Taints the sweet bloom of Nature's fairest forms.

The junkie can never start to cure himself until he recognizes his true condition.

The right to freedom being the gift of God, it is not in the power of man to alienate this gift and voluntarily become a slave.