“When someone beats a rug,the blows are not against the rug, but against the dust in it.”
“Yet some feelings, unallied to the dross of human nature, beat even in these rugged bosoms.”
“I'd hate to find out that the universe really wasn't conspiring against me. It would jerk the rug out from under my persecution complex.”
“Dear God, help me. Do not forget me on this tiny cinder lost in a galaxy that is lost–a heart no bigger than a speck of dust beating, beating against death, against meaninglessness, against guilt, against sorrow.”
“One who is snug as a bug in a rug snuggles up like a bug in a rug.”
“I once got attacked by a bearskin rug, two days before it was a rug.”