I can get pissed off very easily.

A man could get used to anything if he had to.

What condemnation could possibly be more harsh than one’s own, when self-pretense is no longer possible?

Normalcy was a majority concept, the standard of many and not the standard of just one man.

I think we're yearning for something beyond the every day. And I will tell you that I don't believe in the supernatural, I believe in the supernormal. To me there is nothing that goes against nature. If it seems incomprehensible, it's because we haven't been able to understand it yet.

In a world of monotonous horror there could be no salvation in wild dreaming. Horror he had adjusted to. But monotony was the greater obstacle, and he realized it now, understood it at long last. And understanding it seemed to give him a sort of quiet peace, a sense of having spread all the cards on his mental table, examined them, and settled conclusively on the desired hand.

Quiet is here and all in me. ("Dress of White Silk")