Everybody is as unstable as water.

When I look up, I see people cashing in. I don't see heaven or saints or angels. I see people cashing in on every decent impulse and every human tragedy.

I don't think the 'what' distinguishes a good novel from a bad one but rather the 'how.'

If God was dead, how could I feel this bad?

Clevinger had a mind, and Lieutenant Scheisskoph had noticed that people with minds tended to get pretty smart at times.

Rise above principal and do what's right.

There is no disappointment so numbing...as someone no better than you achieving more.