Each man has his own way of being himself and of saying it so ultimately that he can't be denied.

The sordid qualities imputed to the enemy are always those which we recognize as our own and therefore rise to slay, because only through projection do we realize the enormity and horror of them.

Life's wildest moment---she kneels on the sidewalk. Everything else she does is lies, lies.

I will never again go to people under false pretenses even if it is to give them the Holy Bible. I will never again sell anything, even if I have to starve. I am going home now and I will sit down and really write about people.

...the wise man knows that every experience is to be viewed as a blessing.

He is trying to recapture his innocence, yet all he succeeds in doing (by writing) is to inoculate the world with a virus of his disillusionment.

The concert is a polite form of self induced torture.