Surely every one realizes, at some point along the way, that he is capable of living a far better life than the one he has chosen.

Her fluency was marvelous. She would say things at random, intricate, flamelike, or slide off into a parenthetical limbo peppered with fireworks-- admirable linguistic feats which a practiced writer might struggle for hours to achieve.

And there is a time, glorious too in its own way, when one scarcely exists, when one is a complete void. I mean, when boredom seems the very stuff of life.

Destiny is what you are supposed to do in life. Fate is what kicks you in the ass to make you do it.

By choosing to live above the ordinary level we create extraordinary problems for ourselves.

Day by day. No yesterdays and no tomorrows. The barometer never changes, the flag is always at half-mast.

What I want is to open up. I want to know what's inside me. I want everybody to open up. I'm like an imbecile with a can opener in his hand, wondering where to begin-- to open up the earth. I know that underneath the mess everything is marvelous. I'm sure of it.