Every rock-thrower needs something to stand on to have any accuracy or do any damage with the rocks.

Life—the way it really is—is a battle not between good and bad, but between bad and worse

What were you like," I asked her. "we're you happy? Or were you smiling because they told you to?

The only activity a cynic will find contagious is yawning, that is, with other people, at other people.

Cynicism is when a small mind and a hurt heart rejects the hope, love, and truth of a big and caring God.

When you succumb to cynicism, darkness, pessimism and sarcasm you are amplifying imbalance and negativity.

The world keeps ending but new people too dumb to know it keep showing up as if the fun's just started.

Better not to find out whether or not the rumorsare true, I say. Better find the other bastard and skinhim.

I sometimes think that 'friend' is just a word I use for all the people I haven't murdered yet.

Life seemed to him to be a narrow cage, and her iron bars were many and dense, and there was only one way out.

That's the hardest thing of all--never to become cynical, never to lose faith, never to become indifferent.

Numbness and cynicism, I suspect, are more often the products of frustrated compassion than of evil intentions.

We are all cynics now, I suppose, and even a mewling infant knows that to save a life is to make an eternal enemy.

The attraction of cynicism was that it so often put you in the right, as if being right led directly to happiness.

I'm not into this whole "move with the times" thing. I reckon we should just decide on a year and stick with it.