Was there any human urge more pitiful-or more intense- than wanting another chance at something?

What a blessed if painful thing, this business of being alive.

We'll have freedom, love and health/When the grand red flag is flying, In the Workers' Commonwealth.

You think you know someone. But mostly you just know what you want to know.

I'll take the shooting. I'm used to that. I've been shot a few times in the past, and I guess I can stand it, again.

It was like wondering how evil had come into the world or what happens to a person after he dies: an interesting philosophical exercise, but also curiously pointless, since evil and death happened, regardless of the why and the how and what-it-meant.

When you think about it, most of the good ideas came along to make sin a whole lot easier.