Great quotes in literature

From The Sot-Weed Factor by John Barth:

"My dear fellow," Burlingame said, "we sit here on a blind rock careening through space; we are all of us rushing headlong to the grave. Think you the worms will care, when anon they make a meal of you, whether you spent your moment sighing wigless in your chamber, or sacked the golden towns of Montezuma?"
 
Firstly, that God moves in extremely mysterious, not to say, circuitous ways. God does not play dice with the universe; He plays and ineffable game of His own devising, which might be compared, from the perspective of any of the other players, * to being involved in an obscure and complex version of poker in a pitch-dark room, with blank cards, for infinite stakes, with a Dealer who won't tell you the rules, and who smiles all the time.

* ie., everybody.

from Good Omens by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett
 

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