…we all lie to ourselves; we tell our own selves more lies than we ever do other people.

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

Fat realized that one of two possibilities existed and only two; either Dr. Stone was totally insane – not just insane but totally so – or else in an artful, professional fashion he had gotten Fat to talk; he had drawn Fat out and now knew that Fat was totally insane.

I have seen myself backward.

In a society of criminals, the innocent man goes to jail.

Strange how paranoia can link up with reality now and then.

Madness, like small fish, runs in hosts, in vast numbers of instances.