Every man has a right to keep his own sentiments if he pleases.

The hell with "love" anyway, and with every other phony, time-wasting, half-assed emotion in the world.

He found it so easy and so pleasant to cry that he didn’t try to stop for a while, until he realized he was forcing his sobs a little, exaggerating their depth with unnecessary shudders. … The whole point of crying is to quit before you coined it up. The whole point of grief itself was to cut it out while it was still honest, while it still meant something. Because the thing was so easily corrupted

if you don’t try at anything, you can’t fail… it takes back bone to lead the life you want

Why did everything always change when all you wanted, all you had ever humbly asked of whatever God there might be, was that certain things be allowed to stay the same?

Know what we did, Lucy? You and me? We spent our whole lives yearning. Isn't that the God damndest thing?

Remember what Anatole France said about the dog masturbating on your leg--'Sure, it's honest, but who needs it?