I am this fiery snail crawling home.

mercy, I think, doesn't the human race know anything about mercy?

There's nothing else as pleasant as being unpleasant when there's nothing else to do, and there's usually nothing else to do.

I remember when each 4th lot was vacant and overgrown, and the landlord only go this rent when you had it, and each day was clear and good and each moment was full of promise.

We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us.

I hope that death contains less than this.

Daddy,' my mother asked, 'aren’t we going to run out of gas?' No there’s plenty of god-damned gas.' Where are we going?' I’m going to get some god-damed oranges!