I felt like crying but nothing came out. it was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can't feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then. but I think I have known it pretty often, too often.

you fall into the mirror, come through the other side staring at a lightbulb.

I don’t understand people, never will. It looks like I got to travel pretty much alone.

He had long nostril hairs, powerfully intimidating, like an unscheduled nightmare.

Things get bad for all of us, almost continually, and what we do under the constant stress reveals who/what we are.

What's genius? I don't know but I do know that the difference between a madman and a professional is that a pro does as well as he can within what he has set out to do and a madman does exceptionally well at what he can't help doing.

The difference between a brave man and a coward is a coward thinks twice before jumping in the cage with a lion. The brave man doesn't know what a lion is. He just thinks he does.