Powers Hapgood had just come from court because there was some kind of dust-up on a picket line. The judge was so curious about him - coming from a rich family - why he would choose to live as he had. I guess you know what his answer was ..."The Sermon on the Mount, sir." That's important.

One might be led to suspect that there were all sorts of things going on in the Universe which he or she did not thoroughly understand.

I love you, Eliza,” I said. She thought about it. “No,” she said at last, “I don’t like it.” “Why not?” I said. “It’s as though you were pointing a gun at my head,” she said. “It’s just a way of getting somebody to say something they probably don’t mean. What else can I say, or anybody say, but, ‘I love you, too’?

This is what I find encouraging about the writing trades: ... They allow lunatics to seem saner than sane.

We are what we imagine ourselves to be.

They like life alright, but that they would like it even better if they could know that it was going to end sometime.

He became fubar in the classic way, which is to say that he was the victim of a temporary arrangement that became permanent.