As for himself, however hateful life was, it was hateful in a home and not in the gutter. Many Americans hated their homes. The number of homeless in America couldn't touch the number of Americans who had homes and families and hated the whole thing.

Maybe the best thing would be to forget being right or wrong about people and just go along for the ride. But if you can do that -- well, lucky you.

Unless one is inordinately fond of subordination, one is always at war.

Never in his life had occasion to ask himself, "Why are things the way they are?" Why should he bother, when the way they were was always perfect? Why are things the way they are? The question to which there is no answer, and up till then he was so blessed he didn't even know the question existed.

There’s no remaking reality... Just take it as it comes. Hold your ground and take it as it comes. There’s no other way.

The book really comes to life in the rewriting.

Seeing is believing and believing is knowing and knowing beats unknowing and the unknown.