The family is the cradle of the world's misinformation.

When you try to unravel something you've written, you belittle it in a way. It was created as a mystery.

Eye contact was a delicate matter. A quarter second of a shared glance was a violation of agreements that made the city operational.

Say heat. Say wet between my legs. Say legs. Seriously, I want you to. Stockings. Whisper it. The word is meant to be whispered.

There is no lie in war or preparation of war that can't be defended.

In a crisis the true facts are whatever other people say they are.

[I]n the American soul there is a lonely individual standing in a vast landscape. 
He is either on a horse or driving a car, depending, and either way he’s carrying a gun. 
This is one of the essential images in American mythology.