He gazes through sunlight's buttresses, back down the refectory at the others, wallowing in their plenitude of bananas, thick palatals of their hunger lost somewhere in the stretch of morning between them and himself. A hundred miles of it, so suddenly. Solitude, even among the meshes of this war, can when it wishes so take him by the blind gut and touch, as now, possessively. Pirate's again some other side of a window, watching strangers eat breakfast.

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

[Oedipa Maas] awoke at last to find herself getting laid.

Idle dreaming is often of the essence of what we do.

There was no difference between the behavior of a god and the operations of pure chance.

A woman is only half of something there are usually two sides to.

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.