“the masses are everywherethey know how to do things:they have sane and deadly angersfor sane and deadlythings.”

“I thought you were sane," I said, "but you'rejust as crazy as the rest of them.”

“Dismiss perfection as an ache of the greedy, but do not give in to the mass modesty of easy imperfection.”

“Why do you haggle your beauty?” I asked. “Why don’t you just live withit?” “Because people think it’s all I have. Beauty is nothing, beauty won’t stay. Youdon’t know how lucky you are to be ugly, because if people like you you know it’s forsomething else.”

“we know God is dead, they've told us, but listening to you I wasn't sure.”

“What were you going to do tonight?" "I was going to listen to the songs of Rachmaninoff." "Who's that?" "A dead Russian.”

“whiskey makes the heart beat fasterbut it sure doesn't help themind and isn't it funny how you can ache justfrom the deadly drone ofexistence?”