...the air so still it aches like the place where the tooth was on the morning after you’ve been to the dentist or aches like your heart in the bosom when you stand on the street corner waiting for the light to change and happen to recollect how things once were and how they might have been yet if what happened had not happened.

There was nothing particularly wrong with them; they were just the ordinary garden variety of human garbage.

History is all explained by geography.

Dying--shucks! If you kin handle the living, what's to be afraid of the dying?

I reckon I am a smart aleck, but it is just a way to pass the time.

Nobody had ever told me that anything could be like this.

If something takes too long, something happens to you. You become all and only the thing you want and nothing else, for you have paid too much for it, too much in wanting and too much in waiting and too much in getting.