Be glad you're even alive.' Be furious you're going to die.

¨ Oh, I´m not complaining. I know there´s a war on. I know a lot of people are going to have to suffer for us to win it. But why must I be one of them?¨

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.

The problem with the loneliness I suffer is that the company of others has never been a cure for it.

He was a self-made man who owed his lack of success to nobody.

From men motivated by moral certitude, history teaches, no lasting good ever comes.

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