I mean, knowing people, people are terrified of the unknown and they want to just kill the unknown.

If I'd known it was harmless, I'd have killed it myself!

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

She makes life over, he realized. She controls life, whereas I just sit on my can and let it happen to me.

In a one-party system there is always a landslide.

Human has always striven to retain the past, to keep it convincing; there's nothing wicked in that. Without it we have no continuity; we have only the moment. And, deprived of the past, the moment - the present - has little meaning, if any.

but as he plodded along a vague and almost hallucinatory pall hazed over his mind; he found himself at one point, with no notion of how it could be, a step from an almost certain fatal cliffside fall—falling humiliatingly and helplessly, he thought; on and on, with no one even to witness it. Here there existed no one to record his or anyone else's degradation, and any courage or pride which might manifest itself here at the end would go unmarked: the dead stones, the dust-stricken weeds dry and dying, perceived nothing, recollected nothing, about him or themselves.