Tiger got to hunt, Bird got to fly; Man got to sit and wonder, “Why, why, why?” Tiger got to sleep, Bird got to land; Man got to tell himself he understand.
What in hell is a girl with hips like yours doing selling death?
Well, here we are, trapped in the amber of this moment. There is no why.
Viet Nam was a country where America was trying to make people stop being communists by dropping things on them from airplanes.
There is no reason why good cannot triumph as often as evil. The triumph of anything is a matter of organization. If there are such things as angels, I hope that they are organized along the lines of the Maffia.[William Niles Rumfoord]
There is no beginning, no middle, no end, no suspense, no moral, no causes, no effects. What we love in our books are the depths of many marvelous moments seen all at one time.
There are too many of us, and we are all too far apart.
Never have I risked my life, or even my comfort, in the service of mankind. Shame on me.
Maturity, the way I understand it is knowing what your limitations are.
Maturity is a bitter disappointment for which no remedy exists, unless laughter can be said to remedy anything.
Just because some of us can read and write and do a little math, that doesn’t mean we deserve to conquer the Universe.
If I were a younger man, I would write a history of human stupidity; and I would climb to the top of Mount McCabe and lie down on my back with my history for a pillow; and I would take from the ground some of the blue-white poison that makes statues of men; and I would make a statue of myself, lying on my back, grinning horribly, and thumbing my nose at You Know Who.[This is the last line in the book]
