“hear not what I saylike the howl, words fade awayonly fear remains”

“forge forever ontho' dark death rewards us allforge forever on”

“...none live less the spark”

“Eliot did to the word love what the Russians did to the word democracy. If Eliot is going to love everybody, no matter what they are, no matter what they do, then those of us who love particular people for particular reasons had better find ourselves a new word." He looked at an oil painting of his deceased wife. "For instance- I loved her more than I love our garbage collector, which makes me guilty of the most unspeakable of modern crimes: Dis-crim-i-nay-tion.”

“The fact remains that I am stuck with the risk of being me. I am compelled, therefor, to spread the risk around a little, if I can.”

“When a Tralfamadorian sees a corpse, all he thinks is that the dead person is in bad condition in the particular moment, but that the same person is just fine in plenty of other moments. Now, when I myself hear that somebody is dead, I simply shrug and say what the Tralfamadorians say about dead people, which is "So it goes.”

“I'm odd, I know,' he said. 'It's fear of myself that's made me odd.”