“When we kill our desires we stink like any corpse.”

“When they shall paint our sockets grayAnd light us like a stinking fuse,Remember that we once could say,Yesterday we had a world to lose.”

“The job of the writer is to take a close and uncomfortable look at the world they inhabit, the world we all inhabit, and the job of the novel is to make the corpse stink.”

“The stoical scheme of supplying our wants by lopping off our desires, is like cutting off our feet, when we want shoes.”

“We cannot justify treating any sentient nonhuman as our property, as a resource, as a thing that we an use and kill for our purposes.”

“I’d want our wedding to be special. I don’t have a dress, you don’t have a best man, and instead of flowers, we have corpses on poles decorating the front of the house.”“Flowers are on the way, as is my best man, three seamstresses are ready to make any dress you desire, and I’ll have the corpses taken down,” he replied without missing a beat.”