I like people too much or not at all. I’ve got to go down deep, to fall into people, to really know them.
I have found it easier to identify with the characters who verge upon hysteria, who were frightened of life, who were desperate to reach out to another person. But these seemingly fragile people are the strong people really.
I do not want people to be very agreeable, as it saves me the trouble of liking them a great deal.
I do have an affinity for damaged people, in life, in roles. I don’t know why. We’re all damaged in our own way. Nobody’s perfect. I think we are all somewhat screwy, every single one of us.
I am for people. I can’t help it.
I am essentially a recluse who will have very little to do with people wherever he may be. I think that most people only make me nervous—that only by accident, and in extremely small quantities, would I ever be likely to come across people who wouldn’t.
I am by heritage a Jew, by citizenship a Swiss, and by disposition a human being, and only a human being, without any special attachment to any state or national entity whatsoever.
How intolerable people are sometimes who are happy and successful in everything.[Как порой невыносимы люди, которые счастливы, которым все удается!]
Courageous people do not fear forgiving, for the sake of peace.
Businesspeople are like sharks, not just because we’re gray and slightly oily, or because our teeth trail the innards of those we have eviscerated, but because we must move forward or die.
Bunch together a group of people deliberately chosen for strong religious feelings, and you have a practical guarantee of dark morbidities expressed in crime, perversion, and insanity.
Be less curious about people and more curious about ideas.
