I don't think life is absurd. I think we are all here for a huge purpose. I think we shrink from the immensity of the purpose we are here for.

The natural role of twentieth-century man is anxiety.

No physical activity is so vain as boxing. A man gets into the ring to attract admiration. In no sport, therefore, can you be more humiliated.

The horror of the Twentieth Century was the size of each new event, and the paucity of its reverberation.

A modern democracy is a tyranny whose borders are undefined; one discovers how far one can go only by traveling in a straight line until one is stopped.

Goldstein, you'd be a pretty good boy if you wasn't so chicken.

Television is coitus interruptus brought into aesthetics.