Genius might be the ability to say a profound thing in a simple way.

we drove on and on, past little villages and both good things and bad things were happening to the people in those villages too, but I still was nothing but arms and ears and eyes and maybe there'd be either some good luck for me or more death tomorrow.

So, that’s what they wanted: lies. Beautiful lies. That’s what they needed. People were fools. It was going to be easy for me.

There's nothing else as pleasant as being unpleasant when there's nothing else to do, and there's usually nothing else to do.

there's no chance at all: we are all trapped by a singular fate.

There's nothing to mourn about death any more than there is to mourn about the growing of a flower. What is terrible is not death but the lives people live or don't live up until their death.

There's nothing unusual about love.