I asked this heroic pet lover how it felt to have died for a schnauzer named Teddy. Salvador Biagiani was philosophical. He said it sure beat dying for absolutely nothing in the Viet Nam War.

I've got news for Mr. Santayana: we're doomed to repeat the past no matter what. That's what it is to be alive.

Here was what Kilgore Trout cried out to me in my father's voice: "Make me young, make me young, make me young!

All right - I'll tell you what you did for me: you went for happy, silly, beautiful walks with me.

The heartbreaking necessity of lying about reality and the heartbreaking impossibilty of lying about it

To whom it may concern: It is springtime. It is late afternoon.

All this happened, more or less. The war parts, anyway, are pretty much true.