“You're all mad for words. Words are just farts from a lot of fools who have swallowed too many books. Give me things!”

“It is amazing just how many books in the library have words written in them!?”

“I have been a swallower of lives; and to know me, just the one of me, you'll have to swallow the lot as well.”

“I have studiously tried to avoid ever using the word 'madness' to describe my condition. Now and again, the word slips out, but I hate it. 'Madness' is too glamorous a term to convey what happens to most people who are losing their minds. That word is too exciting, too literary, too interesting in its connotations, to convey the boredom, the slowness, the dreariness, the dampness of depression.”

“If you have to use the words, “deep down” all that means is you're fooling yourself. You're seeing what you want to see and not what's really there.”

“No. It's bad for me. Cole Porter wrote the words and the music. This knowledge that you're going mad for me.”