“How nice -- to feel nothing, and still get full credit for being alive.”

“How nice-to feel nothing, and still get full credit for being alive.”

“How nice—to feel nothing, and still get full credit for being alive.”

“How’s the patient?” asked Derby.“Dead to the world.”“But not actually dead.”“No.”“How nice - to feel nothing, and still get full credit for being alive.”

“What's the point of being alive," she said, "if you're not going to communicate?”

“I will say that I still can't get over how women are shaped, and that I will go to my grave wanting to pet their butts and boobs.”

“I have since tried out this human-beings-as-nothing-but-radio-receivers theory on Paul Slazinger, and he toyed with it some. "So Green River Cemetery is full of busted radios," he mused, "and the transmitters they were tuned to still go on and on.""That's the theory," I said.He said that all he'd been able to receive in his own head for the past twenty years was static and what sounded like weather reports in some foreign language he'd never heard before.”