"But whenever I try to live there, I find myself first in a rage during which I develop strong opinion on a variety of subjects and write letters to editors, then in a depression during which I lie rigid as a stick for hours staring straight up at the plaster medallion in the ceiling of my bedroom." p.6

"I remembered the first time the search occurred to me. I came to myself under a chindolea bush. Everything is upside down for me, as I shall explain later. What are generally considered to be the best times are for me the worst times, and that worst of times was one of the best." p.10

"To be aware of the possibility of the search is to be onto something. Not to be onto something is to be in despair." p.13

"Truthfully, it is the fear of exposing my own ignorance...