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.
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 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.
Younger scientists are extremely sensitive to the moral implications of all they do.
You’ll forget it when you’re dead, and so will I. When I’m dead, I’m going to forget everything—and I advise you to do the same.
You want to know something? We are still in the Dark Ages. The Dark Ages—they haven’t ended yet.
You couldn’t help it that you were born without a heart. At least you tried to believe what the people with hearts believed—so you were a good man just the same.
