"The ways we miss our lives are life."

"His eye a ring inside a ring inside a ring That leers up, joyless, vile, in meek obscenity — This is the devil. Flesh…"

"For this last savior, man, I have lied as I lie now. But what is lying? Men wash their hands in blood, as best they c…"

"The soul has no assignments, neither cooks Nor referees: it wastes its time. It wastes its time. Here in this enclave…"

"It is G.E. Moore at the spinet."

"Somewhere there must be Something that's different from everything. All that I've never thought of — think of me!"

"She would have come from Paradise and complained to God that the apple wasn’t a winesap at all, but a great big pulpy…"

"From my mother's sleep I fell into the State, And I hunched in its belly till my wet fur froze. Six miles from earth,…"

"We read our mail and counted up our missions — In bombers named for girls, we burned The cities we had learned about …"

"Death and the devil, what are these to him? His being accuses him — and yet his face is firm In resolution, in absolu…"