There isnt always an explanation for everything.

Prose is architecture, not interior decoration, and the Baroque is over.

But Paris was a very old city and we were young and nothing was simple there.

We think. We are not peasants. We are mechanics. But even the peasants know better than to believe in a war. Everybody hates war. There is a class that control a country that is stupid and down not realise anything and never can. That is why we have this war. Also they make money out of it.

There is no hunting like the hunting of man, and those who have hunted armed men long enough and liked it, never care for anything else thereafter.

Go all the way with it. Do not back off. For once, go all the goddamn way with what matters.

Something, or something awful or something wonderful was certain to happen on every day in this part of Africa.