I think you should be proud of not being worse than just deeply introverted and socially maladjusted.

There was no safety. There was no pride. All there was, was money. Everything became money, and money became everything. Money treated us as if we were things, and we died.

God moves in extremely mysterious, not to say, circuitous ways. God does not play dice with the universe; He plays an ineffable game of His own devising, which might be compared, from the perspective of any of the other players, ie., everybody, to being involved in an obscure and complex version of poker in a pitch-dark room, with blank cards, for infinite stakes, with a Dealer who won't tell you the rules, and who smiles all the time.

Neither claimed any responsibility for Milton Keynes, but both reported it as a success.

Now he knew: They were real. Who’d make up a thing like this? Okay, one of them was a cheese that rolled around of its own accord, but nobody was perfect.

Only in our dreams are we free. The rest of the time we need wages.

Sometimes the truth is arrived at by adding all the little lies together and deducting them from the totality of what is known.