Time spent in a casino is time given to death, a foretaste of the hour when one's flesh will be diverted to the purposes of the worm and not of the will.

Babbitt as a book was planless; its end arrived apparently because its author had come to the end of the writing-pad, or rather, one might suspect from its length, to the end of all writing-pads then on the market.

Why must you always try to be omnipotent, and shove things about? Tragic things happen sometimes that we just have to submit to.

The day was so delightful that I wished one could live slowly as one can play music slowly.

There is in every one of us an unending see-saw between the will to live and the will to die.

... it matters not what natural endowment a race may have if it prostitutes itself to the service of death.

There was a definite process by which one made people into friends, and it involved talking to them and listening to them for hours at a time.