“So nigh is grandeur to our dust, So near is God to man,When Duty whispers low, 'Thou must,' The youth whispers, 'I can.”

“We're famous" iggy whispered so low that Fang could barely hear him."So's Swine Flu" Fang whispered back.”

“My mother says I must not passToo near the glass;She is afraid that I will seeA little witch that looks like me;With a red, red mouth to whisper low,The very thing I should not know!”

“Time is a lot of the things people say that God is. There's always preexisting, and having no end. There's the notion of being all powerful-because nothing can stand against time, can it? Not mountains, not armies. And time is, of course, all-healing. Give anything enough time, and everything is taken care of: all pain encompassed, all hardship erased, all loss subsumed. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Remember, man, that thou art dust; and unto dust thou shalt return. And if time is anything akin to God, I suppose that memory must be the devil.”

“To Those Who Follow Me Around Whispering, “You’re Just A Man” When I Feel Like God”

“How Low am I, thou painted Maypole? Speak:How Low am I? I am not yet so LowBut that my Nails can reach unto thine Eyes”