Empathy, he once had decided, must be limited to herbivores or anyhow omnivores who could depart from a meat diet. Because,ultimately, the empathic gift blurred the boundaries between hunter and victim, between the successful and the defeated.

Perhaps if you know you are insane then you are not insane. Or you are becoming sane, finally.

Don't never participate in no bad scenes, he reminded himself; that was his motto in life.

Certainly it constitutes bad news if the people who agree with you are buggier than batshit.

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

I'd like to see you move up to the goat class, where I think you belong.

Maybe each human being lives in a unique world, a private world different from those inhabited and experienced by all other humans. . . If reality differs from person to person, can we speak of reality singular, or shouldn't we really be talking about plural realities? And if there are plural realities, are some more true (more real) than others?