He said you were the only one who was bitter about S.'s suicide and the only one who really forgave him for it. The rest of us, he said, were outwardly unbitter and inwardly unforgiving.

There are nice things in the world - and I mean nice things. We're all such morons to get so sidetracked.

Some people you shouldn't kid, even if they deserve it.

She was not one for emptying her face of expression.

I don’t think it would have all got me quite so down if just once in a while—just once in a while—there was at least some polite little perfunctory implication that knowledge should lead to wisdom, and that if it doesn't, it's just a disgusting waste of time! But there never is! You never even hear any hints dropped on a campus that wisdom is supposed to be the goal of knowledge. You hardly ever even hear the word 'wisdom' mentioned!

I knew it wasn't too important, but it made me sad anyway.

And I can't be running back and fourth forever between grief and high delight.