Since there is no one else to praise me, I will praise myself -- will say that I have never tampered with a single tooth in my thought machine, such as it is. There are teeth missing, God knows -- some I was born without, teeth that will never grow. And other teeth have been stripped by the clutchless shifts of history -- But never have I willfully destroyed a tooth on a gear of my thinking machine. Never have I said to myself, 'This fact I can do without.

Honest to God, Bill, the way things are going, all I can think of is that I'm a character in a book by somebody who wants to write about somebody who suffers all the time.

I couldn't help wondering if that was what God put me on Earth for--to find out how much a man could take without breaking.

A society is only as healthy as its ideas are humane.

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

He became fubar in the classic way, which is to say that he was the victim of a temporary arrangement that became permanent.

Oh, a lion hunter in the jungle dark, And a sleeping drunkard up in central park, and a Chinese dentist and a British queen All fit together in the same machine. Nice, nice, such very different people in the same device!