Pain is not wat you get, it is wat you give.

It had never occurred to me before but everything in New York is built upon another thing, nothing is entirely by itself, each thing as strange as the last, and connected.

He felt for a moment uncreated. Another kind of awake.

The stars looked like nail heads in the sky--pull a few of them out and the darkness would fall.

I have different books for different times of the day, let alone different seasons of the year!

I'm only telling you on the truth," he said. "If you can't stand the truth, don't ask for it.

Pain's nothing. Pain's what you give, not what you get.