Walker Percy

You live in a deranged age, more deranged that usual, because in spite of great scientific and technological advances, man has not the faintest idea of who he is or what he is doing.

The search is what anyone would undertake if he were not sunk in the everydayness of his own life. To become aware of the possibility of the search is to be onto something. Not to be onto something is to be in despair.

Hatred strikes me as one of the few signs of life remaining in the world. This is another thing about the world which is upsidedown: all the friendly and likable people seem dead to me; only the haters seem alive.

As for hobbies people with stimulating hobbies suffer from the most noxious of despairs since they are tranquilized in their despair.

Since grief only aggravates your loss grieve not for what is past.

Since grief only aggravates your loss, grieve not for what is past.

You can get all A's and still flunk life.

Nobody but a Southerner knows the wrenching rinsing sadness of the cities of the North.

We love those who know the worst of us and don't turn their faces away.

Bourbon does for me what the piece of cake did for Proust.

Boredom is the self being stuffed with itself.

A good title should be like a good metaphor. It should intrigue without being too baffling or too obvious.