My home is not a place, it is people.

Most people go through their whole lives without killing anybody. False argument.

I'm sorry. I can love you. I can grieve for you, or with you. I can share your pain. But I cannot judge you.

For a while, I thought I was going mad. At last, I became reconciled to my despair. The medications helped, too, I thought, sir.

People give themselves to you, in their talking, and in other ways, if you are quiet and patient and let them, and not in such a damned rush to give yourself to them you go bat-blind and deaf.

Think of the glory. Think of your reputation. Think how great it'll look on your next resume." On my cenotaph, you mean. Nobody will be able to collect enough of my scattered atoms to bury. You going to cover my funeral expenses, son?" Splendidly. Banners, dancing girls, and enough beer to float your coffin to Valhalla." - Miles coaxing Ky Tung to agree to an almost suicidal mission

I do think, half of what we call madness is just some poor slob dealing with pain by a strategy that annoys the people around him.