Don't tell them too much about your soul. They're waiting for just that.

And then we’ll all go off to sweet life, ‘cause now is the time and we all know time!

Some of my most neurotically fierce bitterness is the result of realizing how untrue people have become.

galatea was a serious girl. she was pale and looked like tears all over. big ed passed his hand through his hair and said hello. she looked at him steadily. "where have you been? why did you do this to me?" and she gave dean a dirty look; she knew the score. dean paid absolutely no attention; what he wanted now was food; he asked jane if there was anything. the confusion began right there.

Because he had no place he could stay in without getting tired of it and because there was nowhere to go but everywhere, keep rolling under the stars.

He seems to me to be headed for his ideal fate, which is compulsive psychosis dashed with a jigger of psychopathic irresponsibility and violence

Offer them what they secretly want and they of course immediately become panic-stricken.