“For Death is the meaning of night;The eternal shadowInto which all lives must fall, All hopes expire.”

“The boundaries of this world are forever shifting from day to night, joy to sorrow, love to hate, and from life itself to death; and who can say at what moment we may suddenly cross over the borde...”

“I had retained little of what is generally called religion, except for a visceral conviction that our lives are controlled by some universal mechanism that is greater than ourselves. Perhaps that w...”

“The summer passed quietly. I busied myself as best I could, reading a good deal.”

“I long for sleep, and for soft English rain. But they do not come.”

“The boundaries of this world are forever shifting – from day to night, joy to sorrow, love to hate, and from life itself to death; and who can say at what moment we may suddenly cross over the bord...”

“And once you've been to this Center, this Truth, you'll know your way everywhere. You are never lost again.”

“The Queen's Pride was his ship, and he loved her. (That was the way his sentences always went: It is raining today and I love you. My cold is better and I love you. Say hello to Horse and I love yo...”

“What Joab did not and could not know was that it was ego, and the ego of a king is just like the ego of anyone else. It is a social infection, entering each person as a psychological virus that is ...”

“My name is Salmon, like the fish; first name, Susie. I was fourteen when I was murdered.”

“Who is John Galt?”

“I come from Des Moines. Somebody had to.”

“Some ghosts are so quiet you would hardly know they were there.”

“Poetry and visions, springing as they do from an ever-present sense of mortality, might easily appear morbid to the sturdycommon sense of a burgher-class in the making.”

“You see the world in colors,I see in Black and Red.”