You could start at a path leading nowhere more fantastic than from your own front steps to the sidewalk, and from there you could go… well, anywhere at all.

Instinct's the iron skeleton under all our ideas of free will.

I think what was here before is still here... the thing that has shown up every twenty-seven years or so. Sometimes it comes a little sooner, sometimes a little later... but it always comes... It always comes back, you see. It.

They float, they all float... and when you're down here with me, fat boy, you'll float too.

Maybe there's a whole other universe where a square moon rises in the sky, and the stars laugh in cold voices, and some of the triangles have four sides, and some have five, and some have five raised to the fifth power of sides. In this universe there might grow roses which sing. Everything leads to everything.

THE LOSERS ARE STILL LOSING, BUT STANLEY URIS IS FINALLY AHEAD.