Thanks to the circus between my ears, I can seize upon the smallest disquieting observation and from it extrapolate a terror of cataclysmic proportions.
Stay low, stay quiet, keep it simple, don’t expect too much, enjoy what you have.
Loyal companions are an unequaled grace, stanching fear before it bleeds you numb, a reliable antidote for creeping despair.
Only time conquers time and its burdens.
Books had shown me, however, that all people everywhere wanted their lives to have purpose and meaning. This longing was universal.
In a world that daily disconnects further from truth, more and more people accept the virtual in place of the real, and all things virtual are also malleable.
When new hopes fail, old hopes return in the endless cycle of desperation.
Shakespeare again. Once you let him into your head, he takes up tenancy and will not leave.
We need to laugh at the irrationality of evil, for in doing so we deny evil’s power over us, diminish its influence in the world, and tarnish the allure it has for some people.
Besides, I can’t get to where I want to go by conscious or unconscious suicide. I’ve got my strange little life to lead. Leading it the best I can – that’s how I buy the ticket to where I want to be.
When a knot gets to tight, you can always cut the rope.
Unreason is an essential medicine as long as you do not overdose.
Life’s mysterious, strange, and full of wonders – and only a fool withdraws from it willingly and lets it pass him by.
In my books, I never portray violence as a reasonable solution to a problem. If the lead characters in the story are driven to it, it’s at the extreme end of their experience.
Despair is good. Despair can be the nadir of one life and the starting point of an ascent into another, better one.
We live in God’s amusement park.
People couldn’t bear to go on living if they faced every cold truth about themselves.
Pain is a gift. Humanity, without pain, would know neither fear nor pity.
Your mind always does worse things than people can show in a movie.
Of course, I don’t know everything. Considering the infinite amount of knowledge that one could acquire in a virtually innumerable array of intellectual disciplines, it’s probably more accurate to say that I don’t know anything.