And do you know a funny thing? I'm almost fifty years old and I've never understood anything in my whole life.

No one forgets the truth; they just get better at lying.

It's a disease. Nobody thinks or feels or cares any more; nobody gets excited or believes in anything except their own comfortable little God damn mediocrity.

Do you know what the definition of insane is? Yes. It’s the inability to relate to another human being. It’s the inability to love.

Being alone has nothing to do with how many people are around.

Intelligent, thinking people could take things like this in their stride, just as they took the larger absurdities of deadly dull jobs in the city and deadly dull homes in the suburbs. Economic circumstances might force you to live in this environment, but the important thing was to keep from being contaminated. The important thing, always, was to remember who you were.

You're painfully alive in a drugged and dying culture.