"Are you going to do it?" he asked. "Maybe," I said. Don't 'maybe' me, baby. It's written all over you. I'd almost be willing to go along, you know. … - Roger Zelazny

"And the secret is," I lowered my voice, as at a poetry reading, "he was right! It is vanity, it is pride! It is the hubris of rationalism to always attack the prophet, the mystic, the god. It is our blasphemy which has made us great, and will sustain us, and which the gods secretly admire in us."

Trouble can be purchased cheaply, though the refund may be more than you can bear.

When I said I wanted to die in my sleep, I meant I wanted to be stepped on by an elephant while making love.