What was sleep? A blessing, a respite from life, an echo of death, a demanding nuisance?

There's a hell of a lot of horny people out there who are not being gratified in the way they should be.

I want to know what they look like, their height, and colouring, physique and speech pattens.

... the most insoluble problems are those which by their very nature can have no space within them for dreams.

There are no ambitions noble enough to justify breaking someone's heart.

Twelve thousand miles of it, to the other side of the world. And whether they came home again or not, they would belong neither here, nor there, for they would have lived on two continents and sampled two different ways of life.

What was sleep? A blessing, a respite from life, an echo of death, a demanding nuisance?