Whom the gods notice they destroy.

How can justice fall victim, ever, to what is right?

A lot can be said for the infinite mercies of God, but the smarts of a good pharmacist, when you get down to it, is worth more.

Can we consider the universe real, and if so, in what way?

Where there's dope, there's hope!

It really seems to me that in the midst of great tragedy, there is always the horrible possibility that something terribly funny will happen.

We are served by organic ghosts, he thought, who, speaking and writing, pass through this our new environment. Watching, wise, physical ghosts from the full-life world, elements of which have become for us invading but agreeable splinters of a substance that pulsates like a former heart.