I'm definitely an American, because I grew up here. But I've lived very happily in Britain.

I have long known that it is part of God's plan for me to spend a little time with each of the most stupid people on earth.

Everything seems to be designed for the benefit of the automobile and not the benefit of the human being.

Our instinct may be to see the impossibility of tracking everything down as frustrating, dispiriting, perhaps even appalling, but it can just as well be viewed as almost unbearably exciting. We live on a planet that has a more or less infinite capacity to surprise. What reasoning person could possibly want it any other way?

To an American the whole purpose of living, the one constant confirmation of continued existence, is to cram as much as sensual pleasure as possible into one's mouth more or less continuously. Gratification, instant and lavish, is a birthright

I turned to my own bunk and examined it with a kind of appalled fascination. If the mattress stains were anything to go by, a previous user had not so much suffered from incontinence as rejoiced in it. He had evidently included the pillow in his celebrations.

Energy is liberated matter, matter is energy waiting to happen.