Man was matter, that was Snowden's secret. Drop him out a window, and he'll fall. Set fire to him and he'll burn. Bury him and he'll rot, like other kinds of garbage. The spirit gone, man is garbage. That was Snowden's secret. Ripeness was all.

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.

The Texan turned out to be good-natured, generous and likable. In three days no one could stand him.

All of our religions but the Judaic and the Greek think more of us dead than alive.

You have no respect for excessive authority or obsolete traditions. You're dangerous and depraved, and you ought to be taken outside and shot!

He was sick with lust and mesmerized with regret