Goodness is achieved not in a vacuum, but in the company of other men, attended by love.

The only truly intersting side of the matter was the intimate design of the injury, the fact that it was so penetrating, custom-made exactly to your measure. It's fascinating that hatred should be so personal as to be almost loving. The knife and the wound aching for each other.

There was a disturbance in my heart, a voice that spoke there and said, I want, I want, I want! It happened every afternoon, and when I tried to suppress it it got even stronger.

I don't know exactly how it's done. I let it alone a good deal.

It seems, after all that there are no nonpeculiar people.

A man may say, "From now on I'm going to speak the truth." But the truth hears him and runs away and hides before he's even done speaking.

...is the carbon molecule lined with thought?