Well then I'd certainly be a damned fool to feel any other way, wouldn't I?

The smartest people in Washington are the political reporters. They write about their inferiors.

Only Hungry Joe had something better to do each time he finished his missions. He had screaming nightmares and won fist fights with Huple's cat.

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.

Let's take a drive into the middle of nowhere with a packet of Marlboro lights and talk about our lives.

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

I am miracle ingredient Z-247. I'm immense. I'm a real, slam-bang, honest-to-goodness, three-fisted humdinger. I'm a bona fide supraman.