for how can you remember the feel of pleasure or pain or choking emotion? You can remember only that you had them.

If we could learn even a little to like ourselves, maybe our cruelties and angers might melt away.

My whole work drive has been aimed at making people understand each other. . .

In the souls of the people the grapes of wrath are filling and growing heavy, growing heavy for the vintage.

To a monster the norm must seem monstrous, since everyone is normal to himself.

This I would fight for: the freedom of the mind to take any direction it wishes, undirected.

Maybe ever'body in the whole damn world is scared of each other.