That's the classical mind at work, runs fine inside but looks dingy on the surface.

They just hate it when people make love. And then they'll go to a fistfight where somebody's really hurt and all covered with bloodand they'll just love that. Or a war and stuff like that. They're all mixed up and they're trying to take it out on you so you get mixed up too.

The test of the machine is the satisfaction it gives you. There isn't any other test. If the machine produces tranquility it's right. If it disturbs you it's wrong until either the machine or your mind is changed.

We always condemn most in others, he thought, that which we most fear in ourselves.

(What makes his world so hard to see clearly is not its strangeness but its usualness).Familiarity can blind you too.

I have money, fame, a happy wife, our daughter Nell.

Good is a noun rather than an adjective.