“There began to appear before my romantic eyes...a vast and complicated network of espionage, terror, sadism and hate, from which no one, official or private, could escape.”

“We passed from laughter to terror which, like love and hate, are close relatives.”

“My life was going to flash before my eyes, but it decided to hide behind my eyes and quake with terror instead.”

“...In the summer New York was the only place in which one could escape from New Yorkers...”

“One of the first signs of the beginnings of understanding is the wish to die. This life appears unbearable, another unattainable. One is no longer ashamed of wanting to die; one asks to be moved from the old cell, which one hates, to a new one, which one will only in time come to hate.”

“I’m surrounded by morons,” I muttered, making certain both the accused in question could hear me, before I began hopping away from them. I was positive I looked like a psychotic Easter bunny terrorizing the woods.”