“This is the dead land
This is cactus land
Here the stone images
Are raised, here they receive
The supplication of a dead man's hand
Under the twinkle of a fading star.
[…]
The eyes are not here
There are no eyes here
In this valley of dying stars
In this hollow valley”

“Out here on the perimeter there are no stars. Out here we is stoned. Immaculate.”

“I'm here to make money and get laid,
Yeah I'm a star but I'll fade.”

“The Dead! the Dead! and sleep they here,
The lost of other years —
The Dead! the Dead! can they be here,
Where nought of Death appears?”

“It was here that I first saw the light of day; here I received my bride, here my dead lie pillowed on the loving breast of our eternal hills.”

“No man's land. There ain't no asylum here.
King Solomon he never lived 'round here.”

“Mortality, behold and fear!
What a change of flesh is here!
Think how many royal bones
Sleep within this heap of stones:
Here they lie, had realms and lands,
Who now want strength to stir their hands”

“Have you come here for forgiveness? Have you come to raise the dead? Have you come here to play Jesus to the lepers in your head”

“There’s a land far away mid the stars,
Where they know not the sorrows of time
Where the pure waters wander through valleys of gold
A land whose light is never dimmed by shadow,
Whose fields are ever vernal,
Where nothing beautiful can ever fade,
But blooms for aye eternal.”

“Is there any death here in our camp? Yes, yes! Three hundred and fifty thousand soldiers, the noblest band that ever trod the earth, died to make this camp a camp of glory and of liberty forever. But there are no dead issues here. There are no dead ideas here. Hang out our banner from under the blue sky this night, until it shall sweep the green turf under your feet. It hangs over our camp. Read away up under the stars the inscription we have written on it, lo these twenty-five years.”