"[...] don't you know who that Fat Lady really is? ... Ah, buddy. Ah, buddy. It's Christ Himself. Christ Himself, buddy."

"Your heart, Bessie, is an autumn garage."

"I don't really deeply feel that anyone needs an airtight reason for quoting from the works of the writers he loves, but it's always nice, I'll grant you, if he has one."

"But I'm Crazy. I swear to God I am."

"If you sat around there long enough and heard all the phonies applauding and all, you got to hate everybody in the world, I swear you did."

"Sometimes I see me dead in the rain."

"She said she knew she was able to fly because when she came down she always had dust on her fingers from touching the light bulbs."

"When the olfactory alphabet, which made them so many words in a precious lexicon, is forgotten, perfumes will be left speechless, inarticulate, illegible."

"And Marco's answer was: 'Elsewhere is a negative mirror. The traveler recognizes the little that is his, discovering the much he has not had and will never have."

"From this arid sphere every discourse and every poem sets forth; and every journey through forests, battles, treasures, banquets, bedchambers, brings us back here, to the center of an empty horizon."

"It is not the voice that commands the story: it is the ear."

"But in vain I set out to visit the city: forced to remain motionless and always the same, in order to be more easily remembered, Zora has languished, disintegrated, disappeared. The earth has forgotten her."

"The catalogue of forms is endless: until every shape has found its city, new cities will continue to born. When the forms exhaust their variety and come apart, the end of cities begins."

"I felt a kind of vertigo, as if I were merely plunging from one world to another, and in each I arrived shortly after the end of the world had taken place."

"Every choice has its obverse, that is to say a renunciation, and so there is no difference between the act of choosing and the act of renouncing"

"I reach into my bag and I pull out my claw hammer."

"But ah cannae even endorse these sentiments as they are at best peripheral tae the moment."

"The best way ah knew tae strike a chord without compromising too much tae the sickening hypocrisy, perversely peddled as decency, which fills the room, is tae stick tae the clich s."

"Ah suppose man, ah'm too much ay a perfectionist, ken? It's likesay, if things go a bit dodgy, ah jist cannae be bothered, y'know."

"You can only live in the world you ken. The rest is just wishful thinking or paranoia."

"Aye Oedipus, yir a complex fucker right enough"

"Now there is apparently a causal link between heroin addiction and vegetarianism."

"I'm not running away, I'm moving on."

"The theatre is an attack on mankind carried on by magic: to victimize an audience every night, to make them laugh and cry and suffer and miss their trains."