It's all like an ocean!" cried Dostoevski. I say it's all like cellophane.

If people think nature is their friend, then they sure don't need an enemy.

Poverty is a relatively mild disease for even a very flimsy American soul, but uselessness will kill strong and weak souls alike, and kill every time.

Vietnam was a country where America was trying to make people stop being communists by dropping things on them from airplanes.

My own feeling is that if adultery is wickedness then so is food. Both make me feel so much better afterward.

Reading a novel, War and Peace for example, is no Catnap. Because a novel is so long, reading one is like being married forever to somebody nobody knows or cares about.

She believed, and was entitled to believe, I must say, that all human beings were evil by nature, whether tormentors or victims, or idle standers-by. They could only create meaningless tragedies, she said, since they weren't nearly intelligent enough to accomplish all the good they were meant to do.