“How delightful it is to be here.(Gym) If only one could spend one's entire life in this state of easygoing physical democracy.”

“I am alive, he says to himself, I am alive! And life energy surges hotly through him, and delight, and appetite. How good to be in a body - even this old beat-up carcass - that still has warm blood and live semen and rich marrow and wholesome flesh!”

“She is sighing deeply now with sympathy and delight - the delight of an addict when someone else admits he's hooked, too.”

“Never mind. Never mind. In this brief life, one cannot always be counting the cost.”

“You're a nice boy," she chuckled harshly. "You must come round here one evening. I'll teach you something you didn't know before.”

“For a few minutes, maybe, life lingers in the tissues of some outlying regions of the body. Then, one by one, the lights go out and there is total blackness. And if some part of the non-entity we called George has indeed been absent at this moment of terminal shock, away out there on the deep water, then it will return to find itself homeless.”

“The more I think about myself, the more I'm persuaded that, as a person, I really don't exist. That is one of the reasons why I can't believe in any orthodox religion: I cannot believe in my own soul. No, I am a chemical compound, conditioned by environment and education. My "character" is simply a repertoire of acquired tricks, my conversation a repertoire of adaptations and echoes, my "feelings" are dictated by purely physical, external stimuli.”