I'm an old guy, and I was protesting during the Vietnam War. We killed fifty Asians for every loyal American. Every artist worth a damn in this country was terribly opposed to that war, finally, when it became evident what a fiasco and meaningless butchery it was. We formed sort of a laser beam of protest. Every painter, every writer, every stand-up comedian, every composer, every novelist, every poet aimed in the same direction. Afterwards, the power of this incredible new weapon dissipated.

Their imaginations were flywheels on the ramshackle machinery of the awful truth.

That’s the attractive thing about war,” said Rosewater. “Absolutely everybody gets a little something.

The triumph of anything is a matter of organization.

Doesn't anything socialistic make you want to throw up? Like great public schools, or health insurance for all?

All the great story lines are great practical jokes that people fall for over and over again.

Some persons seem to like you, and others seem to hate you, and you must wonder why. They are simply liking machines and hating machines.