Just for once I'd like to see all these things sort of straightened out, with each person getting exactly what he deserves. It might give me some confidence in this universe.

It doesn't make a damned bit of difference who wins the war to someone who's dead.

It made him proud that 29 months in the service had not blunted his genius for ineptitude.

The Texan turned out to be good-natured, generous and likable. In three days no one could stand him.

...[A]nything worth dying for ... is certainly worth living for.

Something did happen to me somewhere that robbed me of confidence and courage and left me with a fear of discovery and change and a positive dread of everything unknown that may occur.

History was a trash bag of random coincidences torn open in a wind. Surely, Watt with his steam engine, Faraday with his electric motor, and Edison with his incandescent light bulb did not have it as their goal to contribute to a fuel shortage some day that would place their countries at the mercy of Arab oil.