Someone had to do something sometime. Every victim was a culprit, every culprit a victim, and somebody had to stand up sometime to try to break the lousy chain of inherited habit that was imperiling them all.

If God was dead, how could I feel this bad?

Something did happen to me somewhere that robbed me of confidence and courage and left me with a fear of discovery and change and a positive dread of everything unknown that may occur.

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

Well then I'd certainly be a damned fool to feel any other way, wouldn't I?

Clevinger had a mind, and Lieutenant Scheisskoph had noticed that people with minds tended to get pretty smart at times.

For war there is always enough. It's peace that's expensive.