A man is an angel that has gone deranged.

In a civil war… every side is wrong. It’s hopeless to try to untangle it. Everyone is a victim.

Where there's dope, there's hope!

Guilt -- if there was any guilt -- spread out and diffused itself over everybody and everything. . . . Perhaps at some point in time, at some spot in the world, a moment of responsibility existed.

So books are real to me, too; they link me not just with other minds but with the vision of other minds, what those minds understand and see. I see their worlds as well as I see my own.

I'm not much but I'm all I have.

Either I've invented a whole new logic or, ahem, I'm not playing with a full deck.