He had learned the worst lesson that life can teach - that it makes no sense.
For a pure sense of being tumultuously alive, you can't beat the nasty side of existence.
Unless one is inordinately fond of subordination, one is always at war.
Dreams? If only they had been! But I don't need dreams, Doctor, that's why I hardly have themโbecause I have this life instead. With me it all happens in broad daylight!
The book really comes to life in the rewriting.
Nothing bad can happen to a writer. Everything is material.