I think great art should play a part in the ordinary man's life, don't you? It can make his existence so much richer and more meaningful.

Death hides within every religion. And at any time it can flash forth-not with healing in its wings but with poison, with that which wounds.

The problem with introspection is that it has no end.

Life is short, he thought. Art, or something not life, is long, stretching out endless, like [a] concrete worm. Flat, white, unsmoothed by any passage over or across it.

You know how people are about not taking care of an animal; they consider it immoral and antiempathic. I mean, technically it's not a crime like it was right after WWT but the feeling's still there.

I'd like to see you move up to the goat class, where I think you belong.

What constitutes the authentic human being?