She wrote to him fairly regularly, from a paradise of triple exclamation points and inaccurate observations.

That's the whole trouble. You can't ever find a place that's nice and peaceful, because there isn't any.

Among other things, you'll find that you're not the first one who was ever confused and frightened and even sickened by human behavior.

People are mostly hot to have a discussion when you're not.

Oh, this happiness is strong stuff.

My god, there's absolutely nothing tenth-rate about you, and yet you're up to your neck at this minute in tenth-rate thinking.

I don't really deeply feel that anyone needs an airtight reason for quoting from the works of writers he loves, but it's always nice, I'll grant you, if he has one.