My father had taught me - mostly by example - that if a man wanted to be in charge of his life, he had to be in charge of his problems.

How many times, over how many years, had he—a grown man—asked for the mercy of another chance? He was suddenly so sick of himself, so revolted, that he could have groaned aloud.

Adults are the real monsters.

Talent is a wonderful thing, but it won't carry a quitter.

As for the end of the universe…I say let it come as it will, in ice, fire, or darkness. What did the universe ever do for me that I should mind its welfare?

No one can be as intellectually slothful as a really smart person

In the end we are all caught in devices of our own making. I believe that. In the end we are all caught.