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.

This is important! But you have to stay absolutely cool. I may be completely off-base, and panicking prematurely." "I don't think so. I think you're panicking post-maturely. In fact, if you were panicking any later it would be practically posthumously. I've been panicking for days.

Honor is what you know about yourself.

Utterly bleak and black is not the sum of realism. All the other colors are real, too.

I don't confuse greatness with perfection. To be great anyhow is the higher achievement.

Seems like half my anxiety dreams are about airports.

This wasn't prayer anyway, it was just argument with the gods. Prayer, he suspected as he hoisted himself up and turned for the door, was putting one foot in front of the other. Moving all the same.