Men and the world are mutually toxic to each other.

How'd you like to gaze at a beer can throughout eternity? It might not be so bad. There'd be nothing to fear.

Everything is true Everything anybody has ever thought

The cries of the dead are terrible indeed; you should try not to hear them.

I'm not much but I'm all I have.

I never liked the idea of doing what a machine says. I hate having to salute something built in a factory.

But the actual touch of her lingered, inside his heart. That remained. In all the years of his life ahead, the long years without her, with never seeing her or hearing from her or knowing anything about her, if she was alive or happy or dead or what, that touch stayed locked within him, sealed in himself, and never went away. That one touch of her hand.