The automobile is the most dangerous weapon in our society - cars kill more than wars do.

And when he died, I suddenly realized I wasn't crying for him at all, but for the things he did. I cried because he would never do them again.

The library is the biggest cracker box factory in the world. The more you eat, the more you want.

How men envy and often hate these warm clocks, these wives, who know they will live forever. So what do we do? We men turn terribly mean, because we can't hold to the world or ourselves or anything. We are blind to continuity, all breaks down, falls, melts, stops, rots, or runs away. So, since we cannot shape Time, where does that leave men? Sleepless. Staring.

The books leapt and danced like roasted birds, their wings ablaze with red and yellow feathers.

A conglomerate heap of trash, that's what I am. But it burns with a high flame.

Way out in the country tonight he could smell the pumpkins ripening toward the knife and the triangle eye and the singeing candle.