“Who are they to give stars or dots? They're Wemmicks just like you."
Eli to Punchinello (p. 25)”

“She fell asleep, and it was a sleep as thin as the night clouds, dotted with dreams that came and went like the stars.”

“P. P. S. Just because I like you, it doesn't mean I still don't think you're an evil creature of the night. You are.”

“Sometimes, mothers say and do things that seem like they don't want their kids… but when you look more closely, you realize that they're doing those kids a favor. They're just trying to give them a better life.”

“… to look at the stars always makes me dream, as simply as I dream over the black dots of a map representing towns and villages. Why, I ask myself, should the shining dots of the sky not be as accessible as the black dots on the map of France?”

“People souls — perennial loners. They're loners like stray stars.”

“All the best,
Sydney

P. S. "The Red Hurricane" is what I named the car.
P. P. S. Just because I like you, it doesn't mean I still don't think you're an evil creature of the night. You are.”

“Being face to face with these people, you realize, they're just people like you.”

“Tabloids invoke freedom of speech, but they're not interested in that, they're just interested in who's shagging whom, who's got drunk. And if you take that pretend, faux moral standpoint, you end up with people in public life being completely boring. Like they've had their genitals removed.”

“You teachers are all alike, dishing out crap and expecting us to swallow it and then give it back to you, nice and neat, with a place in it for the mark to go in. But you're even phonier than the others because you put on this act — being a dame you know how — and you stand there pretending that you give a damn. Who you kidding?
We're dirt to you, just like you're dirt to the fatheads and whistle-blowers who run this jail, and they're dirt to the swindlers and horn-tooters who run the school system.”