I was a little afraid of him; not the boy himself, but of what he seemed to be: the victim of the world.

I was never interested in the obvious, or in the details one takes for granted, and everybody seemed to be addicted to the obvious, being astonished by it, and forever harping about the details which I had long ago weighted, measured, and discarded a

I used to be the fastest telegram messenger boy in all Fresno. My nickname was "Speed." Finally, I said, "Take back your nickname. This pace is killing me." Anyway, I still write fast -- it's my impatient Armenian nature. I'm keen to find out how my plots end, and if I write faster I'll find out sooner.

Every man in the world is better than someone else and not as good as someone else.

They understand matter, not spirit. And you and I live in spirit.

Despise evil and un godliness but not men of un godliness or evil.