Every writer I know has trouble writing.

Under Colonel Korn's rule, the only people permitted to ask questions were those who never did.

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

I don't understand the process of imagination-though I know that I am very much at its mercy.

As always occurred when he quarreled over principles in which he believed passionately, he would end up gasping furiously for air and blinking back bitter tears of conviction. There were many principles in which Clevinger believed passionately. He was crazy.

But that was war. Just about all he could find in its favor was that it paid well and liberated children from the pernicious influence of their parents.

Insanity is contagious.