“As if one's capacity for pain had anything to do with life's apportionment of agonies, Mr. Kimmelbrod thought. Such idiocy.”
“Anything, anything would be better than this agony of mind, this creeping pain that gnaws and fumbles and caresses one and never hurts quite enough.”
“Why do we have such a finite capacity for pleasure but an infinite one for pain?”
“I'm beginning to believe that anything I do to extend my life is just going to be outweighed by the agony of living it.”
“Well, he thought, one did what one had to do, so life went. No, one did what one had to do in order to do what one wanted to do - so life really went.”
“If he be Mr. Hyde" he had thought, "I shall be Mr. Seek.”