Flushed with his impassioned gibberish, he saw himself standing alone on the last barrier of civilization.

Our accepted beliefs about the emotions are nonsensical.

It doesn't cost anything to pay attention.

“That is part of the beauty of all literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you're not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong.”

Always willing to lend a helping hand to the one above him.

It is in the thirties that we want friends. In the forties we know they won't save us any more than love did.