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

Some of us are afraid of dying; others of human loneliness. Profane was afraid of land or seascapes like this, where nothing else lived but himself.

It is simply wrong to begin with a theme, symbol or other abstract unifying agent, and then try to force characters and events to conform to it.

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

Why should things be easy to understand?

Behind the hieroglyphic streets there would either be a transcendent meaning, or only the earth.

Can't say it often enough — change your hair, change your life.