If I were God, I certainly wouldn't want people to love me sentimentally. It's too unreliable.

A confessional passage has probably never been written that didn't stink a little bit of the writer's pride in having given up his pride.

Among other things, you'll find that you're not the first person who was ever confused and frightened and even sickened by human behavior. You're by no means alone on that score, you'll be excited and stimulated to know. Many, many men have been just as troubled morally and spiritually as you are right now. Happily, some of them kept records of their troubles. You'll learn from them—if you want to. Just as someday, if you have something to offer, someone will learn something from you. It's a beautiful reciprocal arrangement. And it isn't education. It's history. It's poetry.

I don't know what good it is to know so much and be smart as whips and all if it doesn't make you happy.

All morons hate it when you call them a moron.

You can't exist in this world with such strong likes and dislikes.

I like to be somewhere at least where you can see a few girls around once in a while, even if they're only scratching their arms or blowing their noses or even just giggling or something.