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God turned out to be a bunch of bad little kids playing interstellar Xbox. Isn't that funny?

It didn´t occur to me until later that there´s another truth, very simple: greed in a good cause is still greed.

Flip-flop, hippety-hop, offa your rocker and over the top, life's a fiction and the world's a lie, so put on some Creedence and let's get high.

I don't want to speak too disparagingly of my generation (actually I do, we had a chance to change the world but opted for the Home Shopping Network Instead)…

They were still all beautiful and there was still enchantment and wonder, but she had crossed a line and now the fairy tale was green with corruption and evil.

See the turtle of enormous girth, on his shell he holds the earth. If you want to run and play, come along the beam today.

Why do you keep looking back there? the guy in charge had asked. From time to time I need an antidote, Eddie said. From what? Your face.

Sometimes life coughs up coincidences no writer of fiction would dare copy.

The scariest, most terrifying thing that I fear?' - Yes. - My Imagination. - I thought you were going to say Fear, itself. - Then you have a small imagination.

How cruel would a supreme being have to be to make a world as fucked-up as this one?

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

God wiped snot out of his nose and that was you.

Anyone who thinks impressions of old movie actors is funny absolutely cannot be trusted. I think it's like a law of nature.

Ben smiled back, 'Mark Twain said a novel was a confession to everything by a man who had never done anything.

They walked through the rainy dark like gaunt ghosts, and Garraty didn't like to look at them. They were the walking dead.

That is not dead which can eternal lie, And with strange aeons, even death may die. — H. P. Lovecraft

Wow. This makes grand central look like a bus stop in Buttfuck Nebraska.

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

In the stutter-flashes of light, the clouds look like huge transparent brains filled with bad thoughts.

That's what a shrink is for; friends and neighbors; their job is to fuck the mentally disturbed and make them pregnant with sanity.

I'm going crazy, Louis thought wonderingly. Wheeeeee!

The truth is that most writers are needy.

A great whispering noise began to rise in the woods on either side of the tracks, as if the forest had just noticed we were there and was commenting on it.

After all, there are other worlds than these and that fuckin train rolls through all of them.