Hemingway was a jerk.

I won't leave any unfinished manuscripts.

We're kicking our way into adolescence from the minute we're born. Gradually you form your own ideas of how you should lead your life. It's strange, but when you get hurt - really hurt, I mean - you're willing to throw those ideas aside for another set that now make sense to you and calm your hurt.

Anyone who had died young after a happy childhood had won a great victory, since he would be forever spared the discovery of what sort of place the world really is. Others must look forward to death by defeat - their bodies gone, their world destroyed.

Wasn't that pathetic? I tell you, what a jerk,

He pushed the steelframed glasses up on his perfect nose. “I don't pay much attention to the selfhelp movement, but even I've heard of you. Is the doctorate real or phony?”

“I have a very real Ph.D. in psychology, which qualifies me to make a fairly accurate diagnosis: “You're a jerk. Now, leave me alone.