"And so now, in the shadow of unspoken events, I watch Zampanò's courtyard darken. Everything whimsical has left. I tr…"

""[...]'Why won't you listen to me?' I demanded one time. 'You're writing like a freshman.' And he replied—I remember …"

"I felt like such an idiot. Lude had warned me I'd be certifiable if I showed it to her. Maybe I am. I actually believ…"

"Zampanò liked animals. Far away. All those cats he would talk to in that weedy courtyard. At dawn. At night. So many …"

"Why did God create a dual universe? So he might say, “Be not like me. I am alone.” And it might be heard."

"Not seeing the rip doesn’t mean you automatically get to keep clear of the Hey-I’m-Bleeding part."

"[O] June 19, 1994 Prometheus, thief of light, giver of light, bound by the gods, must have been a book."

"Known. Some. Call. Is. Air. Am? Incoherent–yes. Without meaning—I'm afraid not."

""Look to the sky, look to yourself and remember: we are only God’s echoes and God is Narcissus."56"

"Sleep never really arrives. Not even rest. There's no satisfaction anymore."