There is no better way to know us Than as two wolves, come separately to a wood.

where are the gods the gods hate us the gods have run away the gods have hidden in holes the gods are dead of the plague they rot and stink too there never were any gods there’s only death

And that's how we measure out our real respect for people—by the degree of feeling they can register, the voltage of life they can carry and tolerate—and enjoy. End of sermon. As Buddha says: live like a mighty river. And as the old Greeks said: live as though all your ancestors were living again through you.

The Bush administration doesn't particularly like public participation. It makes them look bad.

He was his own leftover, the spat-out scrag. He was what his brain could make nothing of.

The Iron Man came to the top of the cliff. How far had he walked? Nobody knows. Where did he come from? Nobody knows. How was he made? Nobody knows. Taller than a house the Iron Man stood at the top of the cliff, at the very brink, in the darkness.

I shall also take you forth and carve our names together in a yew tree, haloed with stars.