Since grief only aggravates your loss, grieve not for what is past.

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.

Maybe there are times when an honest hatred serves us better than love corrupted by sentimentality, meretriciousness, sententiousness, cuteness.

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

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

Why is it that one can look at a lion or a planet or an owl or at someone's finger as long as one pleases, but looking into the eyes of another person is, if prolonged past a second, a perilous affair?

Peace is only better than war when it's not hell too. War being hell makes sense.