You'll forget it when you're dead, and so will I. When I'm dead, I'm going to forget everything–and I advise you to do the same.

Here we are, trapped in the amber of the moment. There is no why.

My special situation was that I was the son and grandson of architects. And so I saw building. We were building the city, and that was exciting.

You know — we've had to imagine the war here, and we have imagined that it was being fought by aging men like ourselves. We had forgotten that wars were fought by babies. When I saw those freshly shaved faces, it was a shock. "'My God, my God — ' I said to myself, 'It's the Children's Crusade.

Being a Humanist means trying to behave decently without expectation of rewards or punishment after you are dead.

What war has always been is a puberty ceremony.

As stupid and vicious as men are, this is a lovely day.