The reason we write fiction is because it's so much easier to exist spending part of each day in an imaginary world.

People don't come to church for preachments, of course, but to daydream about God.

My definition of a man's man is a man who knows gun safety, and we all did.

Scientific truth was going to make us so happy and comfortable. What actually happened when I was twenty-one was that we dropped scientific truth on Hiroshima.

Like all real heroes, Charley had a fatal flaw. He refused to believe that he had gonorrhea, whereas the truth was that he did.

Somebody gets into trouble, then gets out of it again. People love that story. They never get tired of it.

What we will be seeking... for the rest of our lives will be large, stable communities of like-minded people, which is to say relatives. They no longer exist. The lack of them is not only the main cause, but probably the only cause of our shapeless discontent in the midst of such prosperity.