I could go on to speak of sanity as compared with insanity, decency as compared with vandalism, friendship as compared with rabies.

A nice thing about war-not that anything about war is nice, I guess-is that while it's going on and you're in it, you never worry about doing the right thing.

It often is a terrible insult to some families if one of the kids turns out to be an artist and that's one way to really shake up the family if you haven't got nerve enough to turn into a homosexual.

The Earthlings behaved at all times as though there were a big eye in the sky—as though that big eye were ravenous for entertainment.

People who were so good. There were angels.

He ate a pear. It was a hard one. It fought back against his grinding teeth. It snapped in juicy protest.

Seems like the only kind of job an American can get these days is committing suicide in some way.