Those who fought know a secret about themselves, and it is not very nice.

Those who fought know a secret about themselves, and it is not very nice.

Travel at its truest is thus an ironic experience, and the best travellers . . . seem to be those able to hold two or three inconsistent ideas in their minds at the same time, or able to regard themselves as at once serious persons and clowns.

Anybody who notices unpleasant facts in the have-a-nice-day world we live in is going to be designated a curmudgeon.

If I didn't have writing, I'd be running down the street hurling grenades in people's faces.

The wise traveler learns not to repeat successes but tries new places all the time.

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