We could live offa the fatta the lan'.

But think of the glory of the choice! That makes a man a man. A cat has no choice, a bee must make honey. There's no godliness there.

Misfortune is a fact of nature acceptable to women, especially when it falls on other women.

War ... a reversal of the rules where a man is permitted to kill all the humans he can.

We only have one story. All novels, all poetry are built on the never-ending contest in ourselves of good and evil.

All war is a symptom of man's failure as a thinking animal.

I don’t mind getting smacked on the chin. I just don’t want to get nibbled to death. There’s a difference.