It really seems to me that in the midst of great tragedy, there is always the horrible possibility that something terribly funny will happen.

Maybe each human being lives in a unique world, a private world, a world different from those inhabited and experienced by all other humans.

Should we have a leader or should we think for ourselves? Obviously the latter in principle. But-sometimes there lies a gulf between what is theoretically right and that which is practical.

The hell with the newspapers. Nobody reads the letters to the editor column except the nuts. It's enough to get you down.

I never liked the idea of doing what a machine says. I hate having to salute something built in a factory.

The distinction between sanity and insanity is narrower than a razor’s edge, sharper than a hound’s tooth, more agile than a mule deer. It is more elusive than the merest phantom. Perhaps it does not even exist; perhaps it is a phantom.

They wanted to have a good time, but they were like children playing in the street; they could see one after another of them being killed--run over, maimed, destroyed--but they continued to play anyhow.