As I write, highly civilized human beings are flying overhead, trying to kill me.

Myths which are believed in tend to become true.

You are imagining that there is something called human nature which will be outraged by what we do and will turn against us. But we create human nature. Men are infinitely malleable.

Whatever is funny is subversive, every joke is ultimately a custard pie... a dirty joke is a sort of mental rebellion.

Those who 'abjure' violence can do so only because others are committing violence on their behalf.

All human relationships must be purchased with money.

Hunger reduces one to an utterly spineless, brainless condition, more like the after-effects of influenza than anything else. It is as though all one's blood had been pumped out and lukewarm water substituted.