As long as people are going to call you lunatic anyway, why not get the benefit of it? It liberates you from convention.

We start out in identical perfection: bright, reflective, full of sun. The accident of our lives bruises us into dirty individuality. We meet with grief. Our character dulls and tarnishes. We meet with guilt. We know, we know: the price of living is corruption. There isn’t as much light as there once was. In the grave we lapse back into undifferentiated sameness

He had thought love as a policy made a lot of sense for those who could manage it, and anyone who could manage it belonged in religious life. The rest of us have to struggle with more ordinary love, the common or garden variety: love as a crippling condition. Love as a syndrome.

It isn’t hard to find evil in this world. Evil is always more easily imagined than good, somehow.

Okay let's get this over with, no I'm not seasick, yes I've always been green, No I didn't eat grass as a child.

[Puggles] "What population signs on willingly for slavery?" "You mean other than wives?" [Glinda]

at least i'm talkng to myself. instead of giving myself the cold shoulder