-We are an impossibility in an impossible universe.
-You have to know how to accept rejection and reject acceptance.
-I’m seventeen and I’m crazy. My uncle says the two always go together. When people ask your age, he said, always say seventeen and insane.
-We need not to be let alone. We need to be really bothered once in a while. How long is it since you were really bothered? About something important, about something real?
-In other words, I was not embarrassed at circuses. Some people are. Circuses are loud, vulgar and smell in the sun. By the time many people are 14 or 15, they have been divested of their loves, their ancient and intuitive tastes, one by one, until when they reach maturity, there is no fun left, no zest, no gusto, no flavor. Others have criticized, and they have criticized themselves, into embarrassment. When the circus pulls in at five of a dark cold summer morn, and the calliope sounds, they do not rise and run, they turn in their sleep, and life passes by.
-I was in love, then, with monsters and skeletons and circuses and carnivals and dinosaurs and, at last, the red planet, Mars. From these primitive bricks I have built a life and a career. By my staying in love with all of these amazing things, all of the good things in my existence have come about.