I'd sleep and forget it; I had my own life$$$ my own sad and ragged life forever.

Words ought to be a little wild for they are the assault of thoughts on the unthinking.

I lack nothing. I only needed myself.

In each of us there is another whom we do not know.

Democracy is even more important for what it prevents than for what it provides.

There was nothing to be done with him and his kind - unless you were prepared to shoot them.

Almost everyone is dying to leave home$$$ eventually; and almost everyone needs to.

Garp discovered that when you are writing something$$$ everything seems related to everything else.

Words can be like X-rays. If you use them properly they'll go through anything. You read and you're pierced.

...we were back at home$$$ and I had returned to that reassuring but profoundly unsatisfactory state known as 'being in one's right mind.