Money to me had always been merely something the sheep used to show each other how wonderful they were.
And once again I found myself wondering, as I drifted off to stunned and unbelieving sleep:How do these terrible things always happen to me?
Now I know what it is like to feel like a total idiot.
you can’t use logic on human behavior.
We can't always do what we think we have to do. So when there's nothing else you can do, you wait... No matter what... pressure... you might feel.
...being torn apart by far too many loyalties that could not possibly live together in the same brain.
She really did like me, the idiot.
I am unlovable...I have tried to involve myself in other people, in relationships, and even - in my sillier moments - in love. But it doesn't work. Something in me is broken or missing and sooner or later the other person catches me Acting or one of Those Nights comes along.
And as always seems to happen when I have reached the point where I am ready to take decisive action, everything began to happen at once.
It's always me, isn't it? I'm not really a very nice person, but for some reason it's always me that they come to with their problems.
That's why I liked him, I think. Another guy pretending to be human, just like me.
It’s like, everything really is two ways, the way we all pretend it is and the way it really is
Life teaches us that human thought almost never walks hand in hand with logic, and it is usually counterproductive to raise the point.
In its own way the kiss had been an act of murder.
The mind picks some very bad times to take a walk doesn't it?
Was insanity really easier to accept than unconsciousness?
Since I am not actually a real human being, my emotional responses are generally limited to what I have learned to fake.
They like to tell us that it is important to speak the truth, but it has been my experience that real happiness lies in having people tell you what you want to believe, usually not the same thing at all, and if you have to stub your toe on the truth later, so be it.
It happens; incompetence is rewarded more often than not.
As I've said, freedom is really an illusion. Anytime we think we have a real choice, it just means we haven't seen the shotgun aimed at our navel.
It really is better to be lucky than to be good.
When faced with people who have very limited conversational skills and no apparent desire to cultivate any it's always easier to simply go along.
A man who discovers his pants are on fire tends to have very little time to worry about somebody else's box of matches
A man can take only so much. Even a phony man like me.
I had become a perfect fake human, saying the stupid and pointless things that humans say to each other all day long.
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