“Don't all Air Pirates know how to fry?”

“This is like that time in Budapest." "You and I remember Budapest very differently.”

“People don't know anything about themselves because they're all worried about everybody else.”

“Artist or no-artist, I can't pass up a piece of fried chicken when I see one.”

“Holy flowers floating in the air, were all these tired faces in the dawn of Jazz America.”

“So all in all there wasn't anything really wrong with my life. Except that, like most everyone else's I knew about, it had a big gaping hole in it, an enormous emptiness, and I didn't know how to fill it or even know what belonged there.”

“Another thing I've been trying to do on my walks is to know what I'm looking at, when I'm looking at it. I want to be smart. When I walk down the sidewalk I see about a hundred different kinds of bugs and all I do is point at them like a caveman and say 'Ugh, look, a bug,' but I know each one of them must have a different name and a different reason why and how it came to be on the planet, and I don't know any of that stuff.”