What do you see, girl? You see the body of a woman, the temple of creation and motherhood. You see the flesh of Eve that man since Adam has profaned. That body was meant for begettin’ children. It was not meant for the lust of men!
Anyway, to get at the transmitter, I had to take my fingernail off.
I can tell he sells marijuana just by how he drives.
I don’t know how the epidemic started. All I know is that some people, on the seventh night after their death, come back to life. I call them Returners, but frankly I can’t understand why they’re so anxious to return. The only way to get rid of them once and for all is to split their heads open. A spade’ll do it, but a dum-dum bullet is best.
There are mysterious parts in that book, but the only true mystery is that our very lives are governed by dead people.
You have no reason to fear the dead. They sleep very soundly.
The churches belong to God, but he doesn’t seem to care about them.
-Emily’s quite content to go on with this life. She insists she’s in love with me - whatever that is. What she means is she prefers the senseless pain we inflict on each other to the pain we would otherwise inflict on ourselves. But I’m not afraid of that solitary pain. In fact, if I don’t strip myself of all this clatter and clutter and ridiculous ritual, I shall go out of my fucking mind. Does that answer your question, Arthur?
-What question was that?
-You asked me why I was getting divorced.
-Oh, listen, it’s your life. I’m sorry I even asked.
I have my own advertising slogan: “Try me. I’m delicious.”