Mr. Tulip lived his life on that thin line most people occupy just before they haul off and hit someone repeatedly with a wrench.

Logic is a wonderful thing but doesn't always beat actual thought.

It's not morbid to talk about death. Most people don't worry about death, they worry about a bad death.

Om rubed his head. This wasn't god-like thinking. It seemed simpler when you were up here. It was all a game. You forgot that it wasn't a game down there. People died. Bits got chopped off. We're like eagles up here, he thought. Sometimes we show tortoise how to fly. Then we let go.

The whole of life is just like watching a film. Only it's as though you always get in ten minutes after the big picture has started, and no-one will tell you the plot, so you have to work it out all yourself from the clues.

Inside every sane person there’s a madman struggling to get out.

Everywhere's been where it is ever since it was first put there. It's called geography.