To become aware of the possibility of the search is to be onto something.

I had discovered that a person does not have to be this or be that or be anything, not even oneself. One is free.

Classes? Categories? Was that what we had come to?

Boredom is the self being stuffed with itself.

One of the peculiar ironies of being a human self in the Cosmos: A stranger approaching you in the street will in a second's glance see you whole, size you up, place you in a way in which you cannot and never will, even though you have spent a lifetime with yourself, live in the Century of the Self, and therefore ought to know yourself best of all.

There is no pain on this earth like seeing the same woman look at another man the way she once looked at you.

Like many young men in the South, he had trouble ruling out the possible. They are not like an immigrant's son in Passaic who desires to become a dentist and that is that. Southerners have trouble ruling out the possible. What happens to a... man to whom all things seem possible and every course of action open? Nothing of course.