As I said, this was my sarcastic summer. It was only long after that I recognized sarcasm as the protest of people who are weak.

So the more things remained the same, the more they changed after all. Nothing endures. Not love, not a tree, not even a death by violence.

All of them, all except Phineas, constructed at infinite cost to themselves these Maginot Lines against this enemy they thought they saw across the frontier, this enemy who never attacked that way-if he ever attacked at all; if he was indeed the enemy.

My father was in the coal business in West Virginia. Both dad and mother were, however, originally from Massachusetts; New England, to them, meant the place to go if you really wanted an education.

I never killed anybody and I never developed an intense level of hatred for the enemy. Because my war ended before I ever put on a uniform; I was on active duty all my time at school; I killed my enemy there.

Sarcasm is the protest of the weak.

Nothing endures. Not a tree. Not love. Not even death by violence.