“You have to treat your car with love. And I don’t mean love of an object. You see, that’s just wrong. That’s materialism. You have to love your car like it’s sentient being, like it can love you back. Now, that’s some deep-down agape love.”

“What do you have to worry about? That you're lonely? That you have a mortgage? That your wife doesn't love you? F you, F you. I have to worry about having enough to eat!”

“Thomas," Chess said, "if you don't want to be famous and have your stories heard, then why'd you start the band up?""I heard voices," Thomas said. "I guess I heard voices. I mean, I'm sort of a liar, enit? I like the attention. I want strangers to love me. I don't even know why. But I want all kids of strangers to love me."The Indian horses screamed.”

“If you're good at it, and you love it, and it helps you navigate the river of the world, then it can't be wrong.”

“You have to love somebody that much to also hate them that much, too.”

“Maria was staring at me like I was wearing purple socks. ‘Wow,” she said. “That’s exactly what music is.’ And then she started crying again. But this time, she wept quietly. ‘You understand,” she said. 'You really understand.”

“Summer coming like a car from down the highway.”