The end of suffering does not justify the suffering, and so there is no end to suffering.

When I looked at you, my life made sense. Even the bad things made sense. They were necessary to make you possible.

But I dig Negroes. I dig them all the way.

I hated myself for going, why couldn't I be the kind of person who stays?

I would have done anything for him. Maybe that was my sickness.

Well, let me leave it at this: if God does exist, He would have a great deal be sad about. And if He doesn’t exist, then that too would make Him quite sad, I imagine. So to answer your question, God must be sad.

She said, 'Believe it or not, I used to be idealistic.' I asked her what 'idealistic' meant. 'It means you live by what you think is right.' 'You don't do that anymore?' 'There are questions I don't ask anymore.