If we do not redefine manhood, war is inevitable.

The worst thing about war was the sitting around and wondering what you were doing morally.

A more or less accurate measure of class in America is TV size: the bigger your TV, the lower your class.

All the pathos and irony of leaving one’s youth behind is thus implicit in every joyous moment of travel

To get home you had to end the war. To end the war was the reason you fought it. The only reason.

Every war is ironic because every war is worse than expected. Every war constitutes an irony of situation because its means are so melodramatically disproportionate to its presumed ends.

Exploration belongs to the Renaissance, travel to the bourgeois age, tourism to our proletarian moment.