In the end we all come to be cured of our sentiments.

The carrion birds sat about the topmost corners of the houses with their wings outstretched in attitudes of exhortation like dark little bishops.

The things I believed in dont exist any more. It's foolish to pretend that they do. Western Civilization finally went up in smoke in the chimneys at Dachau but I was too infatuated to see it. I see it now.

I'd rather to make a good run as a bad stand.

When the shooting starts would you rather be armed or legal?

People don't pay attention. And then one day there's an accounting. And after that, nothing is the same.

The core of literature is the idea of tragedy... You don't really learn much from the good things that happen to you.