Son--they say there isn't any royalty in this country, but do you want me to tell you how to be king of the United States of America? Just fall through the hole in a privy and come out smelling like a rose.

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

Pay no attention to Caesar. Caesar doesn't have the slightest idea what's really going on.

The America I love still exists at the front desks of our public libraries.

I can think of no more stirring symbol of man's humanity to man than a fire engine.

As for myself: I had come to the conclusion that there was nothing sacred about myself or about any human being, that we were all machines, doomed to collide and collide and collide.

I was taught in the sixth grade that we had a standing army of just over a hundred thousand men and that the generals had nothing to say about what was done in Washington. I was taught to be proud of that and to pity Europe for having more than a million men under arms and spending all their money on airplanes and tanks. I simply never unlearned junior civics. I still believe in it. I got a very good grade.