Everything is your fault if you're any damn good.

Once in Africa I lost the corkscrew and we were forced to live off food and water for weeks.

Never think that war, no matter how necessary, nor how justified, is not a crime.

When I saw her I was in love with her. Everything turned over inside of me. She looked toward the door, saw there was no one, then she sat on the side of the bed and leaned over and kissed me.

I was always embarresed by the words 'sacred,' 'glorious,' and 'sacrifice' and the expression 'in vain.' We had heard them, sometimes standing in the rain almost out of earshot, so that only the shouted words came through, and had read them on proclamations that were slapped up by billposters over other proclamations, now for a long time, and I had seen nothing sacred, and the things that were glorious had no glory and the sacrifices were like the stock yards at Chicago if nothing was done with the meat except to bury it.

Easy writing makes hard reading.

That every day should be a fiesta seemed to me a wonderful discovery.