Oh, it’s miserable to be human. You get such queer diseases just because you’re human and for no other reason. Before you know it, as the years go by, you’re just like the other people you have seen, with all those peculiar ailments. Just another vehicle for temper and vanity and rashness and all the rest. Who wants it? Who needs it? These things occupy the place where a man’s soul should be.
Saul Bellow, Henderson the Rain King
