What had made me move through so many dead and pointless years was curiosity.

I love you, Eliza,” I said. She thought about it. “No,” she said at last, “I don’t like it.” “Why not?” I said. “It’s as though you were pointing a gun at my head,” she said. “It’s just a way of getting somebody to say something they probably don’t mean. What else can I say, or anybody say, but, ‘I love you, too’?

... life, by definition, is never still.

I'm a painter in my dreams, you know.

It is, in the imagination of combat's fans, the divinely listless loveplay that follows the orgasm of victory. It is called 'mopping up.

Maturity is a bitter disappointment for which no remedy exists, unless laughter could be said to remedy anything.

You can only be funny if you have matters of great importance on your mind.