Many people are so bored and unhappy that they welcome a personal disaster, as a change, and especially a social disaster, as a change in which others will suffer as well.
Identity, that spectator of what he calls himself,
That net and aggregate of energies in transient combination.
True friends have seen the best in you, and put up with you anyway.
Countless acts of surpassing excellence have been committed out of spite and fear.
Sanity is less a particular outlook than a practiced aversion to the multifarious forms of crazy.
There is a happiness in widely-shared enforced misery that goes a long way toward explaining nostalgia for Stalinism, or broadcast television.
A single betrayal, revealed at the proper time, can retrospectively poison a man’s whole life.
It is a world of men who look like Unix system administrators, without the Unix system administration skills.
Nothing in psychology replicates as well as stereotypes.
Naive is a polite term for stupid, and stupid is a polite term for rotten.
I respect pretense, which suggests shame.