It is amazing that when someone else spouts the nonsense you yourself believe you can readily perceive it as nonsense

Sometimes I wish I knew how to go crazy. I forget how.

We have entered a Moment when we are alone. We cannot get assistance, as before. Well, Mr. Tagomi thought, perhaps that too is good. Or can be made good. One must still try to find the Way.

There is evil! It's actual, like cement. I can't believe it. I can't stand it. Evil is not a view ... it's an ingredient in us. In the world. Poured over us, filtering into our bodies, minds, hearts, into the pavement itself.

Can anyone alter fate? All of us combined... or one great figure... or someone strategically placed, who happens to be in the right spot. Chance. Accident. And our lives, our world, hanging on it.

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

When you are crazy you learn to keep quiet.