He couldn't figure out if she was immensely well adjusted or seriously messed up.

Seriously, the world is changing so quickly that if you had any more than 80 years of change I don't see how you could stand it psychologically.

If you want to have friends, you have to remember that nobody's perfect.

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

You encountered a misery near the end of the day and it took a while to gauge its full extent. Some miseries had sharp curvature and could be negotiated readily. Others had almost no curvature and you knew you'd be spending hours turning the corner. Great whopping-big planet-sized miseries.

I voluntarily inflicted a certain level of insanity on myself.

It's just a matter of writing the kind of book I enjoy reading. Something better be happening at the beginning, and then on every page after, or I get irritated.