"He said you were the only one who was bitter about S.'s suicide and the only one who really forgave him for it. The rest of us, he said, were outwardly unbitter and inwardly unforgiving."
"I didn't want any degrees if all the ill-read literates and radio announcers and pedagogical dummies I knew had them by the peck."
"I’m just sick of ego, ego, ego. My own and everybody else’s. I’m sick of everybody that wants to get somewhere, do something distinguished and all, be somebody interesting. It’s disgusting."
"And I can't be running back and fourth forever between grief and high delight."
"I don't know what good it is to know so much and be smart as whips and all if it doesn't make you happy."
"I'm sick of just liking people. I wish to God I could meet somebody I could respect."