Driving is boring, Rabbit pontificates, but it's what we do. Most of American life is driving somewhere and then driving back wondering why the hell you went.
Rain is grace; rain is the sky descending to the earth; without rain, there would be no life.
I love my government not least for the extent to which it leaves me alone.
You can go to the dark side of the moon and back and see nothing more wonderful and strange than the way men and women manage to get together.
The reel of your real life unwound only once.
It frightens him to think of her this way. It makes her seem, in terms of love, so vast.
Having children is something we think we ought to do because our parents did it, but when it is over the children are just other members of the human race, rather disappointingly.
First snow: it came this year late in November.
Dollars had once gathered like autumn leaves on the wooden collection plates; dollars were the flourishing sign of God's specifically American favor, made manifest in the uncountable millions of Carne...
We're past the age of heroes and hero kings... Most of our lives are basically mundane and dull, and it's up to the writer to find ways to make them interesting.
The essential support and encouragement comes from within, arising out of the mad notion that your society needs to know what only you can tell it.
When I ran from Janice I made an interesting discovery. The tears bubble over her lids and the salty taste of pool-water is sealed into her mouth. If you have the guts to be yourself, he says, other p...
The fullness ends when we give Nature her ransom, when we make children for her. Then she is through with us, and we become, first inside, and then outside, junk. Flower stalks.
That's why we love disaster, Harry sees it, puts us back in touch with guilt and sends us crawling back to God
Television was soon to eclipse print's inky cloud with its magnetic flare of electrons, pulling millions from their reading chairs to the viewing couch.
She has opened the door of the square cave where the cake of ice sits; and there it is, inches from Harry’s eyes, lopsided from melting but still big, holding within its metal-black bulk the white par...
One hundred thirty years after Abe Lincoln, re Republicans have got the anti-black vote and it's bigger than any Democratic Presidential candidate can cope with.
Oh,' she says, 'the Vat prints nothing but rapes. You know what a rape usually is? It's a woman who changed her mind afterward.
I warned you, he says, I warned you, Harry, but youth is deaf. Youth is careless.
I love you, he says, and the fact that he doesn’t makes it true.