“What a hideout: Holiness lies spread and borne over the surface of time and stuff like color.”

“You're really spread out now, you've got stuff all over the WORLD! You've got stuff at home, stuff in storage, stuff in Honolulu, stuff in Maui, stuff in your pockets...supply lines are getting longer and harder to maintain.”

“What color is time? Where do the thoughts of the dead go? How is it diseases spread but miracles don't? Have you ever thought of that?”

“Her heavy peasant face was fringed by a bang of red hair like a woolen table-spread, a color at once strange and attractive, an obstinate color, a color that seemed to make Lena feel something alien and bad-tempered had settled over her forehead...”

“Fiction is art and art is the triumph over chaos… to celebrate a world that lies spread out around us like a bewildering and stupendous dream.”

“All this new stuff goes on topturn it over, turn it overwait and water downfrom the dark bottomturn it inside outlet it spread throughSift down even.Watch it sprout.A mind like compost.”