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

Life is filigree work. What is written clearly is not worth much, it's the transparency that counts.

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

There's no tyrant like a brain.

Man hardly comes in more than two varieties, wherever he is, whatever he does: workers and pimps ... they're either one or the other! ... and inventors, the worst kind of jobholder! ... they stand condemned! ... the writer who doesn't pimp along, peacefully plagiarizing, who doesn't pump out the pop stuff, he's had it! ... everybody hates him!

I crawled back into myself all alone, just delighted to observe that I was even more miserable than before, because I had brought a new kind of distress and something that resembled true feeling into my solitude.

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