The Sirens of Titan: A Novel

The sermon of the panorama was that even a man without a friend in the Universe could still find his home planet mysteriously, heartbreakingly beautiful.

Life was like that, Unk told himself tentatively— blanks and glimpses, and now and then maybe that awful flash of pain for doing something wrong.

"As far as I’m concerned," said Constant, "the Universe is a junk yard, with everything in it overpriced. I am through poking around in the junk heaps, looking for bargains. Every so-called bargain," said Constant, "has been connected by fine wires to a dynamite bouquet." He spat again. "I resign," said Const

parvenu.

To be punctual meant to exist as a point, meant that as well as to arrive somewhere on time.

covet

"It took us that long to realize that a purpose of human life, no matter who is controlling it, is to love whoever is around to be loved."

The bounties of space, of infinite outwardness, were three: empty heroics, low comedy, and pointless death.

"It took us that long to realize that a purpose of human life, no matter who is controlling it, is to love whoever is around to be loved."