“Under the thinning fog the surf curled and creamed, almost without sound, like a thought trying to form inself on the edge of consciousness.”

“That's the way it ends. The thin edge of the wedge.”

“There's no place you can go on the prairie that you don't hear the white noise of the wind, steady and rough as surf curling along a non-existant shore.”

“Thinking is only a small aspect of consciousness. Thought cannot exist without consciousness, but consciousness does not need thought”

“It seems to me that trying to live without friends is like milking a bear to get cream for your morning coffee. It is a whole lot of trouble, and then not worth much after you get it.”

“My mother is from Cairo, Georgia. This makes everything she says sound like it went through a curling iron.”

“A thin grey fog hung over the city, and the streets were very cold; for summer was in England.”

“Life's like a mayonnaise soda
And life's like space without room
And life's like bacon and ice cream
That's what life's like without you”

“It was a sound like someone trying not to make a sound.”

“Almost sounds like Bigfoot doesn't it?”