It's not what you like but what you are like that's important.

Not for the first time in my life, and certainly not for the last, a self-righteous gloom had edged out all semblance of logic.

Where's the superficial? I was, and therefore am, dim, gloomy, a drag, unfashionable, unfanciable, and awkward. This doesn't seem like superficial to me. These aren't flesh wounds. These are life-threatening thrusts into the internal organs.

There were about seventy-nine squillion people in the world, and if you were very lucky, you would end up being loved by fifteen or twenty of them.

(about organizing books in his home library, and putting a book in the "Arts and Lit non-fiction section) I personally find that for domestic purposes, the Trivial Pursuit system works better than Dewey.

The truth will set you free. Either that or it'll get you a punch in the nose.

...I feel as though I made a face and the wind changed, and now I have to go through life grimacing in this horrible way.