If I'm out of my mind, it's all right with me, thought Moses Herzog.

But there are things you can't consult anybody about.

The sand swallows burst out of their scupper holes in the bluffs and out over the transparent drown of the water, back again to the white, to the brown, to the black, from moving to stock-still sand waves and water-worked woods and roots that hugged and twisted in the sun.

A human soul devoid of longing was a soul deformed, deprived of its highest good, sick unto death.

Guys like you make life easy for some women.

The writer cannot make the seas of distraction stand still, but he [or she] can at times come between the madly distracted and the distractions.

Everybody knows there is no fineness or accuracy of suppression; if you hold down one thing, you hold down the adjoining.