Why has the South produced so many good writers? Because we got beat.

The present age is demented. It is possessed by a sense of dislocation, a loss of personal identity, an alternating sentimentality and rage which, in an individual patient, could be characterized as dementia.

Genius consists not in making great discoveries, but in seeing the connection between small discoveries.

Why is it that one can look at a lion or a planet or an owl or at someone's finger as long as one pleases, but looking into the eyes of another person is, if prolonged past a second, a perilous affair?

In this world, goodness is destined to be defeated.

Peace is only better than war when it's not hell too. War being hell makes sense.

It is not a bad thing to settle for the Little Way, not the big search for the big happiness but the sad little happiness of drinks and kisses, a good little car and a warm deep thigh.