A leader can't dash ahead around the bend out of sight.

Strange, isn't it, that warfare has come down to fencing with complicated toys that only a few seedy scholars can make or understand.

I learned about machinery, I learned how men behaved under pressure, and I learned about Americans.

This is an excellent martini — sort of tastes like it isn't there at all, just a cold cloud.

This life is slow suicide, unless you read.

We are in the black theater of nonexistence. In an eye blink the curtain is up, the stage ablaze, for the vast drama of ourselves.

Write a page a day. It will add up.