“It's dark out, Jack, the stations out there don't identify themselves, we're in it raw-blind like burned rats, it's running out all around us, the footprints of the beast, one nobody has any notion of. The white and vacant eyes of something above there, something that doesn't know we exist. I smell heartbreak up there, Jack, a heartbreak at the center of things, and in which we don't figure at all.”

“There are so many little dyings How do we know which one of them is death?”

“Greatness and Truth can never be in danger from these murdering wretches. To perform one's duty, be it now, be it clean, and be it done with humility… A man is a sacred thing. ANY ACTION OR THOUGHT WHICH INJURES THE HUMAN IMAGINATION IS EVIL.”

“There are so many little dyings that it doesn't matter which of them is death. ”

“You look nice in those old slacks, but in the raw you are Beauty herself.”

“Nobody's a long time.”

“Ah I can see that.... You can see anything once you've been told it's there to see”