Anxiety was comfortable to me because it was familiar. If none existed, unconsciously I stirred it up to destroy the unfamiliarity of calm.
Usually the things you dislike in a person are his defenses against fear.
The devil-ache of loneliness seldom deserts the bones of the angry.
often when I thought I joked, I told the truth, afraid to speak it except in jest.
When one must sit with the snobs, one belongs with the frightened.
... the unnatural ways we substitute for the natural prove not enough and soon there must be more and more unnaturalness, more and more violence.