If Mitchell was ever going to become a good Christian, he would have to stop disliking people so intensely.

She had given birth to me and nursed me and brought me up. She had known me before I knew myself and now she had no say in the matter. Life started out one thing and then suddenly turned a corner and became something else.

No matter how long your've been at it, you always start from scratch.

She thought a writer should work harder writing a book than she did reading it.

Three times a day Petrovich showed up at the nurse's office for his injections, always using the hypodermic needle himself like the most craven of junkies, though after shooting up he would play the concert piano in the auditorium with astounding artistry, as though insulin were the elixir of genius.

They're just memories now. Time to write them off.

I think it is important to remind people of the extent of our free will.