Truths are the last thing you learn about your family. By the time you learn, you're no longer their child.

For what is delusion but the prelude to hurt. And what is hurt but the prelude to rage.

Look at the world and see what's there. It's very beautiful. It's a very exciting but in some ways treacherous world, and all this goes into the writing.

A man will reveal his true self, or so it seems, on the tennis court.

Not to be alone. To be spared the possibility of knowing oneself, in aloneness.

Strange: how when a light is extinguished, it's immediately as if it has never been. Darkness fills in again, complete.

...[I am] utterly entranced, at times, with the mere fact that there are other people, and that they experience themselves as the primary center of consciousness just as I do. That fact alone...Well, that fact alone is staggering.