“What matters creative endless toil, When, at a snatch, oblivion ends the coil?”
“What matters is at the end of life, when you're about to pass into oblivion, that you've at least scratched 'Kilroy was here,' on the last wall of the universe.”
“Your life is like this snake's coils. No matter how many turns it makes, you'll end up back where you belong.”
“When I carved this, my thoughts were on you, love. Your life is like this snake's coils. No matter how many turns it makes, you'll end up back where you belong. With me.”
“But what is all this fear of and opposition to Oblivion? What is the matter with the soft Darkness, the Dreamless Sleep?”
“Your life is like this snake's coils. No matter how many turns it makes, you'll end up back where you belong. With me.”