...you want things to remain the same, which they never can, and so you’re wounded by your own feelings & resentful others don’t seem to care...

...If I ever got sloppy and maudlin, it would be for the streets of my childhood—but no self- respecting writer should ever eulogize a slum...

Resentment or grudges do no harm to the person against whom you hold these feelings but every day and every night of your life, they are eating at you

A chip on the shoulder is too heavy a piece of baggage to carry through life.

Nor did he give a damn for the world either, or the universe, or heaven or hell. But he liked women.

There is so much apathy... that I wish to be relieved from the Army of the Potomac.