He knew everything about literature except how to enjoy it.
Death to all modifiers, he declared one day, and out of every letter that passed through his hands went every adverb and every adjective.
Men went mad and were rewarded with medals.
The Lord gave us farmers two strong hands so we could grab as much as we could with both of them.
Let someone else get killed!
But the God I don't believe in is a good God, a just God, a merciful God. He's not the mean and stupid God you make him out to be.