Are we not all desperate one way or another?
At 8, I made a pact with God.
Character, I am sure, lies in the genes.
Even the most malignant gods would not continue to inflict life upon humanity, time without end.
Giving a phenomenon a label does not explain it.
I am a Westerner of Westerners!
I am deeply convinced that happiness does not exist in this world.
I am not convinced that there is such a thing as a soul.
I am the skeptic of skeptics.
I converse with my dog through ESP.
I gratefully look forward to oblivion, but I must be sure of it.
I have always had a horror and detestation of poverty.
I have anonymously helped many thousands.
I have been constantly betrayed and deceived all my life.
I have been the victim of heartless malice.
I have had four happy days in my life, and three of them turned out to be illusions.
I have thought that I have seen ghosts on many occasions.
I have written two medical novels. I have never studied medicine, never seen an operation.
I like animals because they are not consciously cruel and don't betray each other.
I never deviated from my grim determination to someday have all the money I needed and wanted.
I often reread books I have written.
I wanted to acquire an education, work extremely hard and never deviate from my goal, to make it.
I was never afraid of anything in the world except the dentist.
I will ge glad to have done with this life forever.
I will know him by his eyes.
I'm not that interested in people.
I've always enjoyed poor health.
If genetic memory or racial memory persists, is it possible that individual memory also exists from previous lives?
If there is a God, then he was particularly harsh to me.
If they can't do it in California, it can't be done anywhere.
In sleep, you are safe from the revolting mechanics of living and being a prey to outrageous fortune.
It is a waste of money to help those who show no desire to help themselves.
It is human nature to instinctively rebel at obscurity or ordinariness.
Learning should be a joy and full of excitement. It is life's greatest adventure; it is an illustrated excursion into the minds of the noble and the learned.
Money? I lost all taste for it.
My childhood was appalling.
My dreams are all follies.
My life has been tragic and disastrous since birth.
My literary success meant nothing to me.
My relatives used to laugh when I talked of being a writer.
No woman has ever been an authentic genius of the stature of men, but that does not enrage me.
Obscurity can be a fire of ambition in those who have stalwart souls.
One of my grandsons used to insist, when he was only 3 or 4, that he had been born and had lived in India.
People are scared to death of dying. I am the opposite.
Tel Aviv appeals to me.
The arrogance of officialdom should be tempered and controlled, and assistance to foreign hands should be curtailed, lest Rome fall.
The feeble soul merely whines and complains.
The stalwart soul has the will to live and is eager for the race.
The very idea of carrying my memory into eternity devastated me, and I took refuge in atheism.
The world is a penal institution.