Round and round we spin, with feet of lead and wings of tin.

We are here for no purpose, unless we can invent one.

God damn it, you've got to be kind.

The master of ceremonies asked people to say what they thought the function of the novel might be in modern society, and one critic said, “To provide touches of color in rooms with all-white walls.” Another one said, “To describe blow-jobs artistically.

If I was ever to have a child, this is what I'd tell it: 'Child,' I'd say, 'don't never mess with time. Keep now now and then then. And if you ever get lost in thick smoke, child, set still till it clears. Set still till you can see where you are and where you been and where you're going, child.

He became fubar in the classic way, which is to say that he was the victim of a temporary arrangement that became permanent.

Science is magic that works.