“They tended to dominate the air and liked annihilating things through saturation bombing, like gleefully violent children.”

“His action of joining them, which would have been rude in a restaurant that was not moving at three hundred kilometers an hour, was perfectly acceptable on a train, which mimicked the entirely random joinings of life but revealed their true nature by making them last only hours or days, rather than years and decades. People on a train form an alliance, as if the world that surrounded the parallel rails were hostile and and they refugees from it. The dining car, humming and rocking gently in the night, annihilated past and future and made all associations outside of itself seem vaguely unreal. So they welcomed him at their table, for he was one of them, a traveler, not one of those wraiths through whose night-lit cities they passed.”

“Death is real, irreversible, and awful. Do you want some advice? Don't wait until you're dead to try to communicate. Do it now. You still have a chance. Not a great one, but a better one than you will have. If you think it's hard to get your point across now, and that no one really understands what you're about, just try it when you're dead.”

“Prayers are like those appeals of ours. Either they don't get through or they're returned with 'rejected' scrawled across 'em.”

“All the things I really like to do are either immoral, illegal or fattening”

“All the things I really like to do are either immoral, illegal, or fattening.”

“We bury love; Forgetfulness grows over it like grass: That is a thing to weep for, not the dead.”