War for most men is not fighting or marching in parades. It is sitting around somewhere wondering what the hell you are supposed to be doing.

You can't make up anything anymore. The world itself is a satire. All you're doing is recording it.

The powder is mixed with water and tastes exactly like powder mixed with water.

I look at life as being cruise director on the Titanic. I may not get there, but I'm going first class.

I have no idea where I'm going but here's the real question: What am I doing here in the first place?

... I could have said something profound, but you would have forgotten it in 15 minutes - which is the afterlife of a graduation speech.

I'm working when I'm fighting with my wife. I constantly ask myself-how can I use this stuff to literary advantage.