“Well, we have a saying where we come from," said Louise. "Curiosity killed the cat." "And satisfaction brought him back," Been added.”

“And didn't they say that, although curiosity killed the cat, satisfaction brought the beast back?”

“Curiosity killed the cat, and satisfaction brought it back.”

“If curiosity killed the cat, it was satisfaction that brought it back.”

“Always set small, realistic goals that you know you can achieve first. But don't give up on the bigger ones that may seem too far from your reach.”

“He had always said to himself that there could be no persistence of personality, of character, of identity, of consciousness, except through memory; yet here, to the last implication of temperament, they all persisted. The soul that was passing in its integrity through time without the helps, the crutches, of remembrance by which his own personality supported itself, why should not it pass so through eternity without that loss of identity which was equivalent to annihilation?”

“He says nothing, vehemently. I falter away and we sit, mutually staring into the fouled water. ...With time to kill, I ponder dismally the possible derivation of the zombie myth from people like my boyfriend. I picture Ralph blackened, semi-fingered, with bright bone peeking through his flesh. The odd small worm clings, festively wiggling. In my image, Ralph's really upset about decaying, and I feel for him sorrowfully. I want to tell him I would still love him, if he were decomposed. Of course in practice there is no predicting what I'd feel, and besides which, it's a wild associative leap.I ponder dismally how I've alienated people, all my life, with my bizarre associative leaps. ”