If God was dead, how could I feel this bad?
The question is: what is a sane man to do in an insane society?
I had examined myself pretty thoroughly and discovered that I was unfit for military service.
When I look up, I see people cashing in. I don't see heaven or saints or angels. I see people cashing in on every decent impulse and every human tragedy.
Every writer I know has trouble writing.
Fortunately, just when things were blackest, the war broke out.