Money? I lost all taste for it.

Character, I am sure, lies in the genes.

Even the most malignant gods would not continue to inflict life upon humanity, time without end.

I have always had a horror and detestation of poverty.

I gratefully look forward to oblivion, but I must be sure of it.

My childhood was appalling.

Though I am a Catholic, a professing one, I have serious doubts about the survival of the human personality after death.

I am deeply convinced that happiness does not exist in this world.

It is human nature to instinctively rebel at obscurity or ordinariness.

I have had four happy days in my life, and three of them turned out to be illusions.

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.

If genetic memory or racial memory persists, is it possible that individual memory also exists from previous lives?

Money? I lost all taste for it.

I have been the victim of heartless malice.

The feeble soul merely whines and complains.

I’ve always enjoyed poor health.

I have written two medical novels. I have never studied medicine, never seen an operation.

The very idea of carrying my memory into eternity devastated me, and I took refuge in atheism.

I have been constantly betrayed and deceived all my life.

I never deviated from my grim determination to someday have all the money I needed and wanted.

I am the skeptic of skeptics.

Giving a phenomenon a label does not explain it.

Women’s Lib? I couldn’t stand it.

I’m not that interested in people.

My relatives used to laugh when I talked of being a writer.

If there is a God, then he was particularly harsh to me.

I wanted to acquire an education, work extremely hard and never deviate from my goal, to make it.

My life has been tragic and disastrous since birth.

Obscurity can be a fire of ambition in those who have stalwart souls.

No woman has ever been an authentic genius of the stature of men, but that does not enrage me.

My literary success meant nothing to me.

I have anonymously helped many thousands.

The world is a penal institution.

I am not convinced that there is such a thing as a soul.

I was never afraid of anything in the world except the dentist.

One of my grandsons used to insist, when he was only 3 or 4, that he had been born and had lived in India.

Tel Aviv appeals to me.

The stalwart soul has the will to live and is eager for the race.

I have thought that I have seen ghosts on many occasions.

Are we not all desperate one way or another?

The arrogance of officialdom should be tempered and controlled, and assistance to foreign hands should be curtailed, lest Rome fall.

I like animals because they are not consciously cruel and don’t betray each other.

In sleep, you are safe from the revolting mechanics of living and being a prey to outrageous fortune.

I will know him by his eyes.

I am a Westerner of Westerners!

My dreams are all follies.

I converse with my dog through ESP.

It is a waste of money to help those who show no desire to help themselves.

At 8, I made a pact with God.

I often reread books I have written.

People are scared to death of dying. I am the opposite.

If they can’t do it in California, it can’t be done anywhere.

Those who claim to have had happy lives seem to be silly fools.

I will ge glad to have done with this life forever.