You can get all A's and still flunk life.

Hatred strikes me as one of the few signs of life remaining in the world. This is another thing about the world which is upsidedown: all the friendly and likable people seem dead to me; only the haters seem alive.

The conviction: I will not tolerate this age. The freedom: the freedom to act on my conviction. And I will act. No one else has both the conviction and the freedom. Many agree with me, have the conviction, but will not act. Some act, assassinate, bomb, burn, etc., but they are the crazies. Crazy acts by crazy people. But what if one, sober, reasonable, and honorable man should act, and act with perfect sobriety, reason, and honor? Then you have the beginning of a new age. We shall start a new order of things.

In a word, the consumer of mass culture is lonely, not only lonely, but spiritually impoverished.

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

We love those who know the worst of us and don't turn their face away.

A novel is what you call something that won't sell if you call it poems or short stories.