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

One of the main effects of war, after all, is that people are discouraged from being characters.

That specific remedy for the worldwide epidemic of depression is a gift called the blues.

Much of the blame is the malarkey that artists have created to glorify war, which as we all know, is nonsense, and a good deal worse than that — romantic pictures of battle, and of the dead and men in uniform and all that. And I did not want to have that story told again.

Praise or damn as you please, but do so rather flatly, pragmatically, with cunning attention to annoying or gratifying details. Be yourself. Be unique. Be a good editor. The Universe needs more good editors, God knows.

Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but the living room in your fortified compound.

... humanity deserved to die horribly, since it had behaved so cruelly and wastefully on a planet so sweet.