“Did-a-chick? Dum-a-chum? Dad-a-cham? Ded-a-chek?”

“Da-da chum da-da che, not to worry you've got the key!”

“Dad-a-jum, dad-a-jiggers, goddam lobsters bit off your fingers," King said, and actually laughed.”

“If the sweetness of our lives did not depart, there would be no sweetness at all.”

“If you fell outward to the limit of the universe, would you find a board fence and signs reading DEAD END? No. You might find something hard and rounded, as the chick must see the egg from the inside. And if you should peck through that shell (or find a door), what great and torrential light might shine through your opening at the end of space? Might you look through and discover our entire universe is but part of one atom on a blade of grass? Might you be forced to think that by burning a twig you incinerate an eternity of eternities? That existence rises not to one infinite but to an infinity of them?”

“I the sweetness of our lives did not depart, there would be no sweetness at all.”

“How life did imitate art sometimes. And the cruder the art, the closer the imitation.”