“The working class did not rise like the sun at an appointed time. It was present at its own making.”

“The sun rise, The moon sets, The wind blows, The birds cry, I finally saw, The world, As it's own, While the sun sets, and the moon rise,”

“Try and live in the present moment. Create appointments with yourself to specifically work on your mental picture. Then fall back into the present moment.”

“No, and [the sun] will not rise today, Master Holbytla. Nor ever again, one would think under this cloud. But time does not stand still, though the Sun be lost. Make haste!”

“Were they ready? Did the sun rise in the east and set in the fucking west?”

“And even though it didn't work, it did sort of work, because when we're all together, it's like Skippy's there too, because each of us has his own little jigsaw piece of him he remembers, and when you fit them all together, and you make the whole picture, then it's like he comes to life.”