We live in a society in which it is normal to be sick; and sick to be abnormal.
Places: a cold, bleak, lonely day on the rim at Muley Point, Utah. And the heart-cracking loveliness of the blood-smeared, bitter, incomprehensible slaughterhouse of a world.
Each thing in its way, when true to its own character, is equally beautiful. (p 41)
You cannot reshape human nature without mutilating human beings.
Tee Vee football: one team wins, one team loses -- they tie -- who cares? And why?
An empty man is full of himself.