Those who believe in telekinetics, raise my hand.
This country is being managed to death, being public related to death.
Human beings will be happier – not when they cure cancer or get to Mars or eliminate racial prejudice or flush Lake Erie but when they find ways to inhabit primitive communities again.
World War II made war reputable because it was a just war. I wouldn’t have missed it for anything. You know how many other just wars there have been? Not many. And the guys I served with became my brothers. If it weren’t for World War II, I’d now be the garden editor of The Indianapolis Star. I wouldn’t have moved away.
We have to continually be jumping off cliffs and developing our wings on the way down.
Tis better to have love and lust. Than let our apparatus rust.
This is Sunday, and the question arises, what’ll I start tomorrow?
The year was 2081, and everyone was finally equal.
The telling of jokes is an art of its own, and it always rises from some emotional threat. The best jokes are dangerous, and dangerous because they are in some way truthful.
The last thing I ever wanted was to be alive when the three most powerful people on the whole planet would be named Bush, Dick and Colon.
One of the few good things about modern times: If you die horribly on television, you will not have died in vain. You will have entertained us.
If you appear in the ‘Atlantic’ or ‘Harper’s’ or the ‘New Yorker,’ by God, you must be a writer, because everybody says so.
