The existence of God, the why of life, was all that really only a question of glands?

I know. I'm very hard to talk to. I realize that.

You’d better get busy, though, buddy. The goddam sands run out on you every time You turn around. I know what I’m talking about. You’re lucky if you get time to sneeze In this goddam phenomenal world.

People never believe you.

Sensitive. That killed me. That guy Morrow was about as sensitive as a toilet seat.

It was just terrible! And the worst part was, I knew what a bore I was being, I knew how I was depressing people, or even hurting their feelings- but I just couldn't stop! I just could not stop picking!

That's the terrible part. I swear to God I'm a madman.