Experience was something it was difficult to avoid, though many people had managed to keep it to a minimum.

Actually, the situation was intolerable. But then it was surprising how much intolerableness a man could tolerate.

It was the essence of life to disbelieve in death for one's self, to act as if life would continue forever. And life had to act also as if little issues were big ones. To take a realistic attitude toward life and death meant that one lapsed into unreality. Into insanity. It was ironic that the only way to keep one's sanity was to ignore that one was in an insane world or to act as if the world were sane.

Imagination is like a muscle. I found out that the more I wrote, the bigger it got.

He was as obsequious as a Japanese ivy plant. Wringing his hands as if he hoped to squeeze the milk of human kindness from his fingernails, ...

I could see why she felt attracted to Sam K. Barrows. Birds of a feather, or rather lizards of a scale.