When life attains a crisis, man’s focus narrows. […] The world becomes a stage of immediate concern, swept free of illusion.
There is only one plot-things are not what they seem.
I told her the world was full of nice people. I'd have hated to try to prove it to her, but I said it, anyway.
There are things that have to be forgotten if you want to go on living.
A weed is a plant out of place.
If the Good Lord made a mistake in us people it was in making us want to live when we’ve got the least excuse for it.