The smell of moist earth and lilacs hung in the air like wisps of the past and hints of the future.

the emotions at death, as at birth, are instinctive and primitive.

Sanity is a matter of culture and convention. If it's a crazy culture you live in, then you have to be irrational to want to conform. A completely rational person would recognize that the culture was crazy and refuse to conform. But by not conforming, he is the one who would be judged crazy by that particular society.

I didn't mind giving up carnality, jewelry and red meat in return for comradeship and an afterlife.

I've reached the age where anyone who lets me talk seems like an old By listening to my memories, you have become part of them.

When someone gives me three reasons instead of one, I'm inclined not to believe any of them.

The smell of moist earth and lilacs hung in the air like wisps of the past and hints of the future.