There is love enough in this world for everybody, if people will just look.

It's a small world." . . . "When you put it in a cemetery it is.

In this world, you get what you pay for.

The unity in every second of all time and all wandering mankind, all wandering womankind, all wandering children.

And I was some of the mud that got to sit up and look around. Lucky me, lucky mud.

Things stayed peaceful in there, even as the crashing vehicles and the cries of the injured and dying reached a crescendo outside. "I fry mine in butter!" indeed.

You're the man who stands on the street corner with a roll of toilet paper, and written on each square are the words, 'I love you.' And each passer-by, no matter who, gets a square all his or her own. I don't want my square of toilet paper.'I didn't realize it was toilet paper.

I don't think he was knowable. I mean, when most people talk about knowing somebody a lot or a little, they're talking about the secrets they've been told or haven't been told. They're talking about intimate things, family things, love things," that nice old lady said to me. "Mr. Hoenikker had all those things in his life, the way every living person has to, but they weren't the main things with him.

Billy Pilgrim has become unstuck in time.