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1 " The mythic voice rising from literature and art allows us to be humane. We are not humane because of political power, or education, or even religion. We are humane because we recognize the humanity of others. The writer and the artist appeal to that humanity. For that reason, literature and art are the bones of civilization. "
― Jack Cady
2 " You need not regret lost years if you have learned great things. "
3 " The men drink a third beer, then a fourth, in preparation for the cold trip crosstown."I wish I could meet a decent woman."Howard, who has learned the great secret, and who after beer, is generous: "Go to a library. "
― Jack Cady , The Jonah Watch
4 " You can speak truth to power, . . . but when you speak truth to weakness, weakness gets mad and queasy. It accuses you of its own insecurity.""The Off Season: A Victorian Sequel "
5 " His ability came from being raised in Blackford County, Indiana, where cussing among men was as necessary as church on Sunday. Except, in Wade's case, it was church on Saturday, because Wade's daddy was a religious bigot who hated Jews, Negroes, Catholics, Coca Cola (which represented frivolity and broken dietary laws), F.D.R., city people, country people, and members of his own 7th Day Adventist church. "
― Jack Cady , Rules of '48
6 " There are Things that do not love the sun. They weep and curse their own creation. Sometimes on earth a cruel shift takes place. Time splits. Corpses possessed at the moment of their death rise from tombs. The dark ages of history flow mindless from stagnant wells and lime-dripping cellars. The corpses, those creatures of possession, walk through ancient halls and rooms. "
― Jack Cady , The Well
7 " You can speak truth to power,” Joel-Andrew explained, “but when you speak truth to weakness, weakness gets mad and queasy. "
― Jack Cady , The Off Season
8 " A war produces corpses, but it does not bury them. At least, it doesn't bury them deep. I suspected that North's corpses were coming back to greet him, for we all have a string of spirits trailing at our back. They are like the anchoring tail of an enormous kite. If you handle them with respect, they only whisper a little bit sometimes, and the trail behind you is faded and vague. Handle them wrong--as North, perhaps, was finding out--and the spirits turn from mist to the dark smoke of napalm. "
― Jack Cady , Sons of Noah and Other Stories
