I wonder, said the Lord I wonder if I know the answer any more.
So long as you use a knife, there's some love left.
You’ve seen too many movies. If you’re holding a gun and you shoot a defenseless man, then you’re a poor creature, a dastardly person. That’s a perfectly ridiculous idea, you realize. The fact that yo...
Arrayed against them as hard-core troops: an elite! the Freud-ridden embers of Marxism, good old American anxiety strata—the urban middle-class with their proliferated monumental adenoidal resentments...
With the pride of the artist you must blow against the walls of every power that exists the small trumpet of your defiance.
There are many churches in my name and in the name of my apostles. The greatest and holiest is named after Peter; it is a place of great splendor in Rome. Nowhere can be found more gold.
I tell you, say the rich,the poor are naughtbut dirty windwelling in air-shaftsover the cindersand droppings ofthe past, theirvoices thickwith greaseand ordure,sewer-greedto corrode the earwith the ho...
Bright was the light of my last martini on my moral horizon
Goldstein, you'd be a pretty good boy if you wasn't so chicken.
Was the conquest of space then a potential chariot of Satan, the unique and grand avenue for the new totalitarian?
When an officer of the law detects a vice in himself, he knows enough to start looking for its presence in others.
Great hope has no real footing unless one is willing to face into the doom that may also be on the way.p.207
You don't know a woman until you've met her in court.
I’ve never been to the Playboy mansion, he wrote, but Thyme Hill must make Hugh Hefner look like a spinster having a few lady friends in for tea. He
I’m not saying its right to break the law. I’m not talkin about that—but these prisons as they exist are wrong.
There is something silly about a man who wears a white suit all the time, especially in New York." (on Tom Wolfe)
I heard her calling to me from caverns so deep in herself she was never aware of her own voice.
And with it all, he was proud of himself. He had brought his mother to tears. Let her cry for once. Not me. It is time for her to learn.
What enables devils to survive is that we are wise enough to understand that there are no answers—there are only questions.
The feeling of joy came up in me again the way the lyric of a song might remind a man on the edge of insanity that soon he will be insane again and there is a world there more interesting than his own...