sometimes a vague notion

““God damn it, there are nice things in the world – and I mean nice things. We’re all such morons to get so sidetracked.””

"I was longing for night and darkness and the time when the moonflowers open. Blot out the moon, pull down the stars. Love in the dark, for we're for the dark -- so soon, so soon."

After all, [the world] is on my side. That is, I’m a part of it. Not separate from it. I walk on the ground and the ground’s walked on by me, I breathe the air and change it, I am entirely interconnected with the world.

He was losing the crowd. How to say it? How to say that they alone in all that rocky world were alive, their faces glowing like paper lanterns in the light? How to say that even if living creatures were no more than carriers for ruthless genes, this was still, somehow, better than the blank mineral nothingness of everything else? Of course he could never say it.