He didn’t know if that was really true or not, but he discovered something which was tremendously liberating: he didn’t care. He was very tired of thinking and thinking and still not knowing. He was also tired of being frightened, like a man who has entered a cave on a lark and now begins to suspect he is lost. Stop thinking about it, then. That’s the solution.

He removed his unvaluable valuables and dumped his shirt, pants, and skivvies into a letter slot.

I know your mother lives in your head - almost everyone's mother does, I guess - but you can't let her have her way on this one

My wife says, and I agree with her, that what would be really great for Maine would be to legalize dope completely and set up dope stores the way that there are state-run liquor stores. You could get your Acapulco gold or your whatever it happened to be - your Augusta gold or your Bangor gold. And people would come from all the other states to buy it, and there could be a state tax on it. Then everybody in Maine could have a Cadillac.

It's alright to feel fear, but sometimes a very bad idea to show it.

Time slowed and reality bent; on and on the eggman went.

Memory is the basis of every journey.