“I'll scream!" "Likely. If not before, certainly during. I expect they'll hear ye at the next farm; you've got good lungs.”

“You know, sometimes you've got to trust the people you love. You've got to trust that if they're good people, they'll make good decisions.”

“And I mean to hear ye groan like that again. And to moan and sob, even though you dinna wish to, for ye canna help it. I mean to make you sigh as though your heart would break, and scream with the wanting, and at last to cry out in my arms, and I shall know that I've served ye well.”

“So you've got no name?" I asked. "They couldn't think of one ugly enough?"The creature snarled, stepping over the unconscious policeman."Set animal is too hard to say," I decided. "I'll call you Leroy."Apparently, Leroy didn't like his name. He lunged.”

“What I expect i never got it, what i got i never expect it.... now don`t know what comes next...”

“Certainly it’s all in bloom, certainly we’ll go. For aren’t you and I gods? . . . I sense in my blood the rotation of unexplorable universes. . . .Listen—I want to run all my life, screaming at the top of my lungs. Let all of life be an unfettered howl. Like the crowd greeting the gladiator.Don’t stop to think, don’t interrupt the scream, exhale, release life’s rapture. Everything is blooming. Everything is flying. Everything is screaming, choking on its screams. Laughter. Running. Let-down hair. That is all there is to life.”