The odor of frying bacon, sausage links, and ham tiptoed on little pig feet all the way to the north end of the second floor. Inevitably, the odor made her simultaneously ravenous and nauseated. She hated the sensation. It reminded her of pregnancy. Every Sunday morning, Leigh-Cheri awoke to a pan of fried fear.

Christianity is merely a system for turning priestesses into handmaidens, queens into concubines, and goddesses into muses.

What mattered to Abu was the music of the sentence. 'A shadow does not belong to the object that casts it.' To Abu, it was a little poem. And in general, it was the poetics, the music of things that tossed his confetti.

Gods and men create one another, destroy one another, though by different means.

Eating a raw oyster is like french kissing a mermaid.

A sense of humor...is superior to any religion so far devised.

Life is like a stew, you have to stir it frequently, or all the scum rises to the top.