Blount’s face registered psychopathic amazement, idiot incredulity, moronic disbelief. - Robert Sheckley

For love, as he knew it, was an aberration, a form of temporary insanity, a short-lived state of autosuggestion.

The last cigarette is a sort of souvenir and something to remember Earth by. It's the perfect symbol of men's greatest invention."
"And what would that be?"
"Something desirable that's not good for you.

Above all, I share in our national preoccupation with exotic danger. Strange lands and mysterious women are never far from my thoughts. My manner is commonplace; but always, as I walk down the matter-of-fact streets of my city, I am listening to waves explode across a coral reef, or wandering through weed-strangled alleys in some lost jungle civilization.