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Martin realizes that he never thought about space at all, not until the very end on the fifth time around and then it came with such a rush of complication that space seemed to be something else. Call it love. Call it loss. But never give it its real name. Because it had none that we could give it.

The desire for sex without love strikes me as something comparable to an irresistible urge to eat salt and pepper by the spoonful because dishes without salt and pepper lack full flavor.

You and I have drifted to the worlds that reel around the red Arcturus, and dwelt in the bodies of the insect-philosophers that crawl proudly over the fourth moon of Jupiter.

I wake up in an enormous Buddhist temple.

"A helmitt-"

In that coffin and in that vault they have promised me I shall be buried.