“Work is a kind of vacuum, an emptiness, where I just switch off everything except the scant intelligence necessary to keep me going. God, the people are awful - great carved monstrosities from the sponge-stone of secondratedness. Hideous.”
“My mother's psychologist says I have an overactive anger switch, but people just keep pissing me off.”
“It was a flight, a kind of fleeing, a kind of falling, falling higher and higher, spinning off the edge of the earth and beyond the sun and through the vast silent vacuum where there were no burdens and where everything weighed exactly nothing.”
“When everything seems to be set to show me off as intelligent, the fool I always keep hidden takes over all that I say.”
“It's a sponge and I'm a sponge and for a second there all our sponge parts are one and I don't just have square pants, everything about me is squarish because I'm part of a wall.”
“Everything always gets crazy at the end. You just have to keep going, regardless of how awful it gets. So that's what I do.”