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.

Gold was not altogether certain what, anatomically, a gorge was, but he knew that his was rising.

I could not write about a subject sacred to me because I would be too flippant. Fortunately, there are no subjects sacred to me.

When I grow up I want to be a little boy.

How did I get here? Somebody pushed me. Somebody must have set me off in this direction and clus-ters of other hands must have touched themselves to the controls at various times, for I would not have picked this way for the world.

Death to all modifiers, he declared one day, and out of every letter that passed through his hands went every adverb and every adjective.

I think that maybe in every company today there is always at least one person who is going crazy slowly.