You're - psychotic. There's something wrong with you." "I know," Benteley agreed. "I'm a sick man. And the more I see, the sicker I get. I'm so sick I think everybody else is sick and I'm the only healthy person. That's pretty bad off, isn't it?

The silence of the world could not rein back it's greed. Not any longer. Not when it had virtually won.

Every time I see a picture of Stalin I look him square in the eye and I say: You're a meat eater, Joseph.

She makes life over, he realized. She controls life, whereas I just sit on my can and let it happen to me.

We should take mothers in high seas and drown them there, they are as poisonous as lead in the air.

In a nutshell-I fear authority but at the same time I resent it-the authority and my own fear. So I rebel.

But an artist, he realized. Or rather so-called artist. Bohemian. That's closer to it. The artistic life without the talent.