“People will promise you the moon, offer you the stars, but in the end, the only heavenly body you can truly count on is your on!”

“The body, I have often thought, is like a promise. You keep things in it. Those things are covert, immediate, yours. There is something lustrous about them. They emit energy, like radium or appliances. They can be replaced, repaired or simply discarded. The promise of the body is very firm and intact. It's the only promise we can count on, and we can't really count on it very much.”

“How many stars can you count in the sky? How many mistakes can you count in your life? Stop counting! No clever man ever is stuck in the past!”

“... that was what should truly matter in this world. What you have to offer people, not what you can buy.”

“And if you should be there and you see this beautiful cactus blossom painted silver by the moon and laughing up at the stars, this, Peekay, is heaven.”

“You can count the dead, but you can't count the cost. We've got no math for Heaven...”