If you find your life tangled up with somebody else’s life for no very logical reasons,’ writes Bokonon, ‘that person may be a member of your karass.

""busy, busy, busy is what bokononists whisper, whenever we think of how complicated and unpredictable the machinery of life really is.""

"What is the purpose of all this?" [man] asked politely. "Everything must have a purpose?" asked God. "Certainly," said man. "Then I leave it to you to think of one for all this," said God. And He went away.

All of the true things I'm about to tell you are shameless lies

"We will touch our feet, yes, Yes, for all we're worth, And we will love each other, yes, Yes, like we love our Mother Earth."

"How---how do you do?" I asked. My heart was pounding. Blood boiled in my ears. "It is not possible to make a mistake," she assured me. I did not know that this was a customary greeting given by all Bokonists when meeting a shy person.