I believe that the silence of God, the absolute speechlessness of Him is a long, long, and awful thing that the whole world is lost because of.

The scene is memory and is therefore nonrealistic. Memory takes a lot of poetic license. It omits some details; others are exaggerated, according to the emotional value of the articles it touches, for memory is seated predominantly in the heart.

Snatching the eternal out of the desperately fleeting is the great magic trick of human existence.

The helpless can't help the helpless.

We are all civilized people, wich means that we are all savages at heart but observing a few amenities of civilized behaviour.

There is a time for departure even when there's no certain place to go.

Mendacity is a system that we live in," declares Brick. "Liquor is one way out an'death's the other.