Dead and Alive

...in an infinite universe, anything that could be imagined might somewhere exist.

For the likes of you, the path to happiness is one mean son of a bitch of a path.

I'm alive but I have no life. I'm alive but also dead. I'm dead and alive.

What has been is no more. Change has come.

Imagine that you are more than nothing. Evil made you, but you are no more evil than a child unborn. If you want, if you seek, if you hope, who is to say that your hope might not be answered?

...it will be a world made not bright but brighter, not clean but cleaner.

What doesn't quicken dies. That's an indisputable truth of life.

Jocko likes salty, Jocko likes sweet, but never bring Jocko any hot sauce, like with jalapenos, because it makes Jocko squirt funny-smelling stuff out his ears.

Maybe if everything was beautiful, nothing would be. People saw one thing, they swooned over it. They saw this other thing, they pounded it with sticks. Maybe there had to be variety for life to work. Swoon over everything, you get bored. Beat everything with a stick-boring.

Anyway,” he said, “if somebody doesn’t belong in the world, there’s no door they can throw him out. They can’t take the world away from him and put him somewhere different. The worst thing they can do is kill him. That’s all.