One might be led to suspect that there were all sorts of things going on in the Universe which he or she did not thoroughly understand.

My god-life! who can understand eve one little minute of it? 'don't try' he said 'just pretend you understand.

How’s the patient?” asked Derby. “Dead to the world.” “But not actually dead.” “No.” “How nice - to feel nothing, and still get full credit for being alive.

profanity and obscenity entitle people who don't want unpleasant information to close their ears and eyes to you.

The practice of art isn't to make a living. It's to make your soul grow.

I am of course a skeptic about the divinity of Christ and a scorner of the notion that there is a God who cares about how we are or what we do. ... Religious skeptics often become very bitter towards the end, as did Mark Twain. ... I know why I will become bitter. I will finally realize that I have had it right all along: that I will not see God, that there is no heaven or Judgement Day.

Here was what Kilgore Trout cried out to me in my father's voice: "Make me young, make me young, make me young!