She now knew that the death she feared might not be a physical one, that it could be death of the will, the soul, the mind, the laws, and thus not death, but a perpetual dying.

At least being nuts is being somewhere.

A nut is someone whose noose broke.

I'm sorry I'm young, Deborah answered with a bitterness that was half prose. We have a right to be as crazy as anyone else

And if I fight, then for what?For nothing easy or sweet, and I told you that last year and the year before that. For your own challenge, for your own mistakes and the punishment for them, for your own definition of love and of sanity - a good strong self with which to begin to live.

The rose-garden world of perfection is a lie and a bore too!

I have found this to be true, that one sin begets a dozen others.

The hidden strength is too deep a secret. But in the end...in the end it is our only ally.

The woman was sane she accepted the heavy penalties of reality and enjoyed its gifts also.

There is nothing that you can do to me that my own craziness doesn't do to me smarter and faster and better.

What cook can match herself against hunger and memory?

Anybody can hear - it takes brains to listen.

To praise one thing is not to damn another.

suicide is the ultimate 'one-up,' as it were, the accusation that brooks no defense, the argument won at last.

I'm sorry I'm young, Deborah answered with a bitterness that was half prose. We have a right to be as crazy as anyone else. The second part was more a plea, and to her surprise the superbly inhuman fighter smiled softly and said, Yes ... I suppose that's true, though I never thought of it in those terms before.

The people on the edge of Hell were most afraid of the devil for those already in hell the devil was only another and no one in particular.

Measure the hate you feel now, and the shame. That quantity is your capacity also to love and to feel joy and to have compassion.