He had a theory, Walt did, that the religious life, and all the agony that goes with it, is just something God sics on people who have the gall to accuse Him of having created an ugly world.
If a girl looks swell when she meets you, who gives a damn if she's late? Nobody.
It was a very stupid thing to do, I'll admit, but I hardly didn't even know I was doing it.
Some stories, my property, have been stolen. Someone's appropriated them. It's an illicit act. It's unfair. Suppose you had a coat you liked, and somebody went into your closet and stole it. That's how I feel.
Its really hard to be roommates with people if your suitcases are much better than theirs.
I don't really deeply feel that anyone needs an airtight reason for quoting from the works of writers he loves, but it's always nice, I'll grant you, if he has one.
