She thougt of sunrise over the library slope at Cornell University that nobody out on it had seen because the slope faces west.

What goes around may come around, but it never ends up exactly the same place, you ever notice? Like a record on a turntable, all it takes is one groove's difference and the universe can be on into a whole 'nother song.

Life's single lesson: that there is more accident to it than a man can ever admit to in a lifetime and stay sane.

Everybody who says the same words is the same person if the spectra are the same only they happen differently in time, you dig? But the time is arbitrary. You pick your zero point anywhere you want, that way you can shuffle each person's time line sideways till they all coincide.

The hand of Providence creeps among the stars, giving Slothrop the finger.

All investigations of Time, however sophisticated or abstract, have at their true base the human fear of mortality.

There is nothing so loathsome as a sentimental surrealist.