I had only a little time left and I didn't want to waste it on God.
Since we're all going to die, it's obvious that when and how don't matter.
If something is going to happen to me, I want to be there.
I may not have been sure about what really did interest me, but I was absolutely sure about what didn't.
Have you no hope at all? And do you really live with the thought that when you die, you die, and nothing remains?" "Yes," I said.
After awhile you could get used to anything.
A man who had lived only one day could easily live for a hundred years in prison. He would have enough memories to keep him from being bored.
Mother used to say that however miserable one is, there's always something to be thankful for. And each morning, when the sky brightened and light began to flood my cell, I agreed with her.
After another moment's silence she mumbled that I was peculiar, that that was probably why she loved me but that one day I might disgust her for the very same reason.