Why don't we all just go crazy when we know were going to croak? Because the mind's a monkey. You put things in departments and you go ahead. You go on and plan for the future and assume that the future's going to work out okay. Yet we know that sooner or later we're all going to be eating worms, whether it's fifty years or sixty. It might be tomorrow. It might happen today.

and now, all these years later, it seem to him that the most horrible fact of human existence was that broken hearts mended

I think a lot of times dreams are nothing more than a kind of mental or spiritual flatulence. They're a way of relieving pressure.

Time was a face on the water, and like the great river before them, it did nothing but flow.

If I cannot horrify, I'll go for the gross out. I'm not proud.

The old sleep poorly. Perhaps they stand watch.

Do any men grow up or do they only come of age?