People don't pay attention. And then one day there's an accounting. And after that, nothing is the same.

You keep runnin that mouth and I'm goin to take you back there and screw you.

He rocked in the swells, floating like the first germ of life adrift on the earth's cooling seas, formless macule of plasm trapped in a vapor drop and all creation yet to come.

When one has nothing left make ceremonies out of the air and breathe upon them.

Life is brief and to have to spend every day of it doing what somebody else wants you to do is not the way to live it.

Nothin wounded goes uphill, he said. It just dont happen.

What do you believe? I believe that the last and the first suffer equally. Pari passu. Equally? It is not alone in the dark of death that all souls are one soul. Of what would you repent? Nothing. Nothing? One thing. I spoke with bitterness about my life and I said that I would take my own part against the slander of oblivion and against the monstrous facelessness of it and that I would stand a stone in the very void where all would read my name. Of that vanity I recant all.