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The downside of coming off junk was I knew I would need to mix with my friends again in a state of full consciousness. It was awful. They reminded me so much of myself, I could hardly bear to look at them.

I never seem to get along with that cat. One of these days I'll poison the little monster.

You Maniacs! You blew it up! Ah, damn you! God damn you all to hell!

I had worked for this old man and once he told me that he had spent his whole life thinking about his career and his work. And he was fifty-two and it suddenly struck him that he had never really given anything of himself. His life was for no one and nothing. He was almost crying saying that.

He who wants to be born must destroy a world.