Television is coitus interruptus brought into aesthetics.

The sense of a long last night over civilization is back again.

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.

America is a hurricane, and the only people who do not hear the sound are those fortunate if incredibly stupid and smug White Protestants who live in the center, in the serene eye of the big wind.

The Irish are the only men who know how to cry for the dirty polluted blood of all the world.

A nation fights well in proportion to the amount of men and materials it has. And the other equation is that the individual soldier in that army is a more effective soldier the poorer his standard of living has been in the past.

Writing for a newspaper is like running a revolutionary war. You go to battle not when you are ready, but when action offers itself.