The horror of the Twentieth Century was the size of each new event, and the paucity of its reverberation.

Simple narcissism gives the power of beasts to politicians, professional wrestlers and female movie stars.

Every moment of one's existence one is growing into more or retreating into less. One is always living a little more or dying a little bit.

Madness is locked beneath. It goes into tissues, is swallowed by the cells. The cells go mad. Cancer is their flag. Cancer is thegrowth of madness denied.

God is a creator, not a law giver.

The private terror of the liberal spirit is invariably suicide, not murder.

Goldstein, you'd be a pretty good boy if you wasn't so chicken.