I want to stand as close to the edge as I can without going over. Out on the edge you see all the kinds of things you can't see from the center.

The highest possible form of treason is to say that Americans aren’t loved wherever they go, whatever they do.

Has any psychological experiment yielded a more delightful suggestion than this one: that there is a part of the mind without ambition or information, which nonetheless is expert on what is beautiful?

There's a Chaplain who never visited the front.

I think it can be tremendously refreshing if a creator of literature has something on his mind other than the history of literature so far. Literature should not disappear up its own asshole, so to speak.

All of the true things I am about to tell you are shameless lies.

Here is the solution to the American drug problem suggested a couple years back by the wife of our President: "Just say no.