Just for once I'd like to see all these things sort of straightened out, with each person getting exactly what he deserves. It might give me some confidence in this universe.

Everything passes. (That's what makes it endurable.)

I don't think the 'what' distinguishes a good novel from a bad one but rather the 'how.'

There is no disappointment so numbing...as someone no better than you achieving more.

Gold was not sure of many things, but he was definite about one: for every successful person he knew, he could name at least two others of greater ability, better, and higher intelligence who, by comparison, had failed.

I think that maybe in every company today there is always at least one person who is going crazy slowly.

Something did happen to me somewhere that robbed me of confidence and courage and left me with a fear of discovery and change and a positive dread of everything unknown that may occur.