Every moment is precious. And precarious.

America My Country: last nation on earth to abolish human slavery; first of all nations to drop the nuclear bomb on our fellow human beings.

Civilization, like an airplane in flight, survives only as it keeps going forward.

The writer concerned more with technique than truth becomes a technician, not an artist.

Of all the featherless beasts, only man, chained by his self-imposed slavery to the clock, denies the elemental fire and proceeds as best he can about his business, suffering quietly, martyr to his madness. Much to learn.

I would prefer to write about everything; what else is there? But one must be selective.

Why do I write? I write to entertain my friends and to exasperate our enemies. To unfold the folded lie, to record to truth of our time, and, of course, to promote esthetic bliss.