And her sleep was too long and deep for that:so deep that she left her normal reality behind.

There's no war that will end all wars.

What the world needs is a set villain that people can point at and say, “It’s all your fault!

And when you come back to Japan next summer, let's have that date or whatever you want to call it. We can go to the zoo or the botanical garden or the aquarium, and then we'll have the most politically correct and scrumptious omelets we can find.

When microorganisms die, they make oil; when huge timbers fall, they make coal. But everything here was pure, unadulterated rubbish that didn't make anything. Where does a busted videodeck get you?

He does not exist here, with me, but flesh that does not exist will never die, and promises unmade are never broken.

Still, in the end, we all die just the same.