With one long breath, caught and held in his chest, he fought his sadness over his solitary life. Don't cry, you idiot! Live or die, but don't poison everything.

Language is a spiritual mansion in which you live and nobody has the right to evict you.

In every community there is a class of people profoundly dangerous to the rest. I don't mean the criminals. For them we have punitive sanctions. I mean the leaders. Invariably the most dangerous people seek the power. While in the parlors of indignation the right-thinking citizen brings his heart to a boil. (p. 51)

The flesh would shrink and go, the blood would dry, but no one believes in his mind of minds or heart of hearts that the pictures do stop.

Everybody knows there is no fineness or accuracy of suppression; if you hold down one thing, you hold down the adjoining.

You have to fight for your life. That's the chief condition on which you hold it.

But she's a nut, and nuts win.