I would have been dead if it weren't for that great gift to civilization from the Chemistry Department of Harvard, which was napalm, or sticky jellied gasoline.

Be patient. Your future will come to you and lie down at your feet like a dog who knows and loves you no matter what you are.

...this is a hard world to be ludicrous in, with so many human beings so reluctant to laugh, so incapable of thought, so eager to believe and snarl and hate.

Bad guys turned informer. Good guys didn't - no matter when, no matter what.

Where men had once howled and hacked at one another, and fought nip-and-tuck with nature as well, the machines hummed and whirred and clicked, and made parts for baby carriages and bottle caps, motorcycles and refrigerators, television sets and tricycles-the fruits of peace.

High school is closer to the core of the American experience than anything else I can think of.

If you can't write clearly, you probably don't think nearly as well as you think you do.