The quick pain of truth can pass away, but the slow, eating agony of a lie is never lost. That's a running sore. - John Steinbeck

I take a pleasure in inquiring into things. I’ve never been content to pass a stone without looking under it. And it is a black disappointment to me that I can never see the far side of the moon.

We gather our arms full of guilt as though it were precious stuff. It must be that we want it that way.

Just like heaven. Ever’body wants a little piece of lan’. I read plenty of books out here. Nobody never gets to heaven, and nobody gets no land. It’s just in their head. They’re all the time talkin’ about it, but it’s jus’ in their head.