Take the dead from the dead, the old proverb said; only a corpse may speak true prophecy.
Holly sighs. “I’m out of cigarettes, too.
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?
The elevator car was still six inches below floor level. Danny gazed at the difference in height between the third-floor hall and the elevator floor as if he had just sensed the universe was not as sane as he had been told.
That tight little accent grated on Clay’s frayed nerves. He thought that if it had been a fart, it would have been the kind that comes out sounding like a party-horn blown by a kid with asthma.
Every religion lies. Every moral precept is a delusion. Even the stars are a mirage.
Her hands twisted restlessly together like a pair of pink and hairless animals at play.
Your friends drag you down, Gordie. Don’t you know that? … Your friends do. They’re like drowning guys that are holding onto your legs. You can’t save them. You can only drown with them.
Reading a good long novel is in many ways like having a long and satisfying affair
That’s the day’s business. Thinking. Thinking and isolation, because it doesn’t matter if you pass the time of day with someone or not; in the end, you’re alone. He seemed to have put in as many miles in his brain as he had with his feet. The thoughts kept coming and there was no way to deny them.