"Looked at the sky through smoke heavy with human fat and God was not there. The cold suffocating dark goes on forever and we are alone
"Live our lives lacking anything better to do. Devise reason later.
"Born from oblivion; bear children hell-bound as ourselves; go into oblivion.
"There is nothing else."
"Existence is random. Has no pattern save what we imagine after staring at it for too long.
"No meaning save what we choose to impose.
"This rudderless world is not shaped by vague metaphysical forces. It is not God who kills the children. Not fate that butchers them or destiny that feeds them to the dogs.
"It's us.
"Only us."
p. 26 of Chapter VI

...All this, it could be gone: people, cars, T.V. shows, magazines...even the word 'gone' would be gone. (Newspaper salesman, Ch. V, pg. 12)

"Why do we argue? Life's so fragile, a successful virus clinging to a speck of mud, suspended in endless nothing." (Dr. Malcolm Long, Ch. VI, pg. 28)

We're all puppets, Laurie. I'm just a puppet that can see the strings. (Jon Osterman, Ch. IX, pg. 5)

Come...dry your eyes for you are life, rarer than a quark and unpredictable beyond the powers of Heisenburg; the clay in which the forces that shape all things leave their fingerprints most clearly. (Jon Osterman, Ch. IX, pg. 28)