Jews wait for the Lord, Protestants sing hymns to him, Catholics say mass and eat him.

Your discovery, as best as I can determine, is that there is an alternative which no one has hit upon. It is that one finding oneself in one of life's critical situations need not after all respond in one of the traditional ways. No. One may simply default. Pass. Do as one pleases, shrug, turn on one's heel and leave. Exit. Why after all need one act humanly?

A repetition is the re-enactment of past experience toward the end of isolating the time segment which has lapsed in order that it, the lapsed time, can be savored of itself and without the usual adulteration of events that clog time like peanuts in brittle.

I sometimes think novelists write about sex in order to avoid boring themselves to death.

What nuns don't realize is that they look better in nun clothes than J.C. Penney pantsuits.

Whenever I feel bad, I go to the library and read controversial periodicals. Though I do not know whether I am a liberal or a conservative, I am nevertheless enlivened by the hatred which one bears the other. In fact, this hatred strikes me as one of the few signs of life remaining in the world.

I couldn't stand it. I still can't stand it. I can't stand the way things are. I cannot tolerate this age.