The problem with the loneliness I suffer is that the company of others has never been a cure for it.

Clevinger had a mind, and Lieutenant Scheisskoph had noticed that people with minds tended to get pretty smart at times.

He had decided to live forever or die in the attempt.

The promises of maniacs, like those of women, are not safely relied upon.

I've come to look upon death the same way I look upon root-canal work. Everyone else seems to get through it all right, so it couldn't be too difficult for me.

Nately had a bad start. He came from a good family.

I want to keep my dreams, even bad ones, because without them, I might have nothing all night long.