Every junkie, he thought, is a recording.

The hell with the newspapers. Nobody reads the letters to the editor column except the nuts. It's enough to get you down.

Skill is a function of chance. It’s an intuitive best-use of chance situations.

You know what the doctor said to me to cheer me up?" Fat said. "There are worse diseases than cancer." "Did he show you slides?" We both laughed. When you are nearly crazy with grief, you laugh at what you can.

There will come a time when it isn't 'They're spying on me through my phone' anymore. Eventually, it will be 'My phone is spying on me'.

That is the artist's job: take mineral rock from dark silent earth, transform it into shining light-reflecting form from sky.

On some other world, possibly it is different. Better. There are clear good and evil alternatives. Not these obscure admixtures, these blends, with no proper tool by which to untangle the components.