To have news value is to have a tin can tied to one's tail.

Mankind has had ten-thousand years of experience at fighting and if we must fight, we have no excuse for not fighting well.

Some of the evil of my tale may have been inherent in our circumstances. For years we lived anyhow with one another in the naked desert, under the indifferent heaven.

There is an ideal standard somewhere and only that matters and I cannot find it. Hence the aimlessness.

I wrote my will across the sky, in stars

I prefer lies to truth, especially when the lies are about me.

To me an unnecessary action, or shot, or casualty, was not only waste but sin.