Ashkan

The thing was: Trout was the only character I ever created who had enough imagination to suspect that he might be the creation of another human being. He had spoken of this possibility several times to his parakeet. He had said, for instance, “Honest to God, Bill, the way things are going, all I can think of is that I’m a character in a book by somebody who wants to write about somebody who suffers all the time.”

from chapter 21

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“Ideas or the lack of them can cause disease!”

from chapter 1

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“Don’t matter if you care,” the old miner said, “if you don’t own what you care about.”

from chapter 14

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“My eyes are open,” said Milo warmly, “and I see exactly what I expect to see. I see a man who is terribly wounded—because he has dared to pass through the fires of truth to the other side, which we have never seen. And then he has come back again—to tell us about the other side.”

from chapter 20

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Here was what Kilgore Trout cried out to me in my father’s voice: “Make me young, make me young, make me young!”

from Epilogue