This is the thing to bomb. This is the beginning—from "I" to "we". If you who own the things people must have could understand this, you might preserve yourself. If you could separate causes from results, if you could know that Paine, Marx, Jefferson, Lenin were results, not causes, you might survive. But that you cannot know. For the quality of owning freezes you forever into "I", and cuts you off forever from the "we".

The first grave. Now we're getting someplace. Houses and children and graves, that's home, Tom. Those are the things that hold a man down.

Three hours of writing require twenty hours of preparation. Luckily I have learned to dream about the work, which saves me some working time.

There's something desirable about anything you're used to as opposed to something you're not.

Some men ease themselves like setting hens into the nest of death.

The last clear definite function of men—muscles aching to work, minds aching to create beyond the single need—this is man.

I have no choice of living or dying, you see, sir--but I do have a choice of how I do it. If I tell them not to fight, they will be sorry, but they will fight. If I tell them to fight, they will be glad, and I who am not a very brave man will have made them a little braver.