“Time slowed and reality bent; on and on the eggman went.”

“Time, Eddie had decided during this period, was in large part created by external events. When a lot of interesting shit was happening, time seemed to go by fast. If you got stuck with nothing but the usual boring shit, it slowed down. And when everything stopped happening, time apparently quit altogether. Just packed up and went to Coney Island. Weird but true.”

“At first Nick was able to divide this fantasy from reality, but as time passed, he became more sure that the fantasy was reality.”

“What about reality, you ask? Well, as far as I'm concerned, reality can go take a flying fuck at a rolling doughnut.”

“Jake went in, aware that he had, for the first time in three weeks, opened a door without hoping madly to find another world on the other side. A bell jingled overhead. The mild, spicy smell of old books hit him, and the smell was somehow like coming home.”

“You doom yourselves, Susannah. You seem positively bent on it, and the root is always the same: your faith fails you, and you replace it with rational thought. But there is no love in thought, nothing that lasts in deduction, only death in rationalism.”

“Later, with strange galaxies turning in slow gavotte overhead, neither thought the act of love had ever been so sweet, so full”