“I wish I could walk in the fields before I die. Pasture, you know? That endless expanse of nothing and everything all rolled into one. That’s the only thing I’ve ever wanted, that’s all I wanted, all this time – nothing but pasture forever.”

“You know, you fucked me for years without ever touching me.”

“It's easier to believe in nothing than it is to believe in anything.”

“I believe in you, and your choices, and that most often and like mine, they will be wrong.”

“Every dream dies, even the American ones.”

“And your actual job isn't to educate the public; it's to stroke the collective clit of our consciousness until we all become so cum-numb to the world that we just chase the high and can't see the lows we're all wallowing in.”

“The moon! It smiled at her with all its might, she could see it! through the broken wood beams of a crude ceiling, nearly touch its cratered surface, stroke its circumference; oh, moon! bulbous and benevolent, guiding herds across planes on forlorn journeys; elucidating wisps of mist to lovers at midnight; absent to her for years but treasured still.”