The plain truth, I may as well admit it, is that I've never been really right in the head.

Since life consists of madness spiked with lies, the farther you are from each other the more lies you can put into it and the happier you'll be. That's only natural and normal. Truth is inedible.

You can lose your way groping among the shadows of the past. It's frightening how many people and things there are in a man's past that have stopped moving. The living people we've lost in the crypts of time sleep so soundly side by side with the dead that the same darkness envelops them all. As we grow older, we no longer know whom to awaken, the living or the dead.

I'd seen too many troubling things to be easy in my mind. I knew too much and not enough. I'd better go out, I said to myself, I'd better go out again.

The plain truth, I may as well admit it, is that I've never been really right in the head.

Well, you know... experience is a muffled lantern that throws light only on the bearer...it's incommunicable.

Love, Arthur, is a poodle's chance of attaining the infinite, and personally I have my pride.