Don't pointless things have a place, too, in this far-from-perfect world?

Is action merely the incidental product of thought, or is thought the consequential product of action?

It's basically impossible for everybody's justice to prevail or everybody's happiness to triumph, so chaos takes over.

Not to excuse myself, but when you have people right in front of you denying your very presence like that, then see if you don't doubt whether you actually exist. I look at my hands half expecting to see clear through them.

Everything was too sharp and clear, so that I could never tell where to start- the way a map that shows too much can sometimes be useless.

I happen to like the strange ones. People who look normal and leads normal lives - they're the ones you have to watch out for.

You don’t get it, do you?" I said. “It’s not a question of ‘what then’. Some people get a kick out of reading railroad timetables and that’s all they do all day. Some people make huge model boats out of matchsticks. So what’s wrong if there happens to be one guy in the world who enjoys trying to understand you?