Sanity ... is the most profound moral option of our time.

Though films become more daring sexually, they are probably less sexy than they ever were. There haven't been any convincing love scenes or romances in the movies in a while. (Nobody even seems to neck in theaters any more.) ... when the mechanics and sadism quotients go up, the movie love interest goes dead, and the film just lies there, giving a certain amount of offense.

Being neurotic seemed to be a kind of wild card, an all-purpose explanation.

Fear . . . is forward. No one is afraid of yesterday.

Do you realize how angry you sound?” must be one of the most infuriating questions in the language.

Intelligent people, caught at anything, denied it. Faced with evidence of having denied it falsely, people said they had not done it and had not lied about it, and didn't remember it, but if they had done it, or lied about it, they would have done it and misspoken themselves about it in an interest so much higher as to alter the nature of doing and lying altogether.

Self-pity” is just sadness, I think, in the pejorative.