You shall know the truth, and it will make you odd.

Well, if it's a symbol, to hell with it.

He knew that he was the stuff of which fanatics and madmen are made and that he had turned his destiny as if with his bare will. He kept himself upright on a very narrow line between madness and emptiness and when the time came for him to lose his balance he intended to lurch toward emptiness and fall on the side of his choice.

The less self-conscious you are about what you are about, the better in a way, that is to say technically. You have to get it in your blood, not in the head.

He had the feeling that everything he saw was a broken-off piece of some giant blank thing that he had forgotten had happened to him.

She was a good Christian woman with a large respect for religion, though she did not, of course, believe any of it was true.

The Bible was the only book he read. He didn't read it often but when he did he wore his mother's glasses. They tired his eyes so that after a short time he was always obliged to stop.