There is, after all, a kind of happiness in unhappiness, if it's the right unhappiness.

I voluntarily inflicted a certain level of insanity on myself.

I had a Viking sense of entitlement to whatever provisions I could plunder.

Everything he did was at least partial and often total bullshit” (402).

When I was younger, the main struggle was to be a 'good writer.' Now I more or less take my writing abilities for granted, although this doesn't mean I always write well.

The personality susceptible to the dream of limitless freedom is a personality also prone, should the dream ever sour, to misanthropy and rage.

Robin turned and looked straight into her. "What's life for?" "I don't know." "I don't either. But I don't think it's about winning.