A Man Without a Country |
a nice glass of champagne at the end of a life |
All this happened, more or less. The war parts, anyway, are pretty much true. |
and I'm whistling as beautifully as I can. |
Any reviewer who expresses rage and loathing for a novel is preposterous. He or she is like a person who has put on full armor and attacked a hot fudge sundae. |
Be careful what you pretend to be because you are what you pretend to be. |
Beware of the man who works hard to learn something, learns it, and finds himself no wiser than before. |
Bush used that line recently. I should sue him for plagiarism. |
But doing that job, surviving it, was like getting a Purple Heart. I wouldn't have missed it for anything. |
Call me Jonah. My parents did, or nearly did. They called me John. |
Here we are, trapped in the amber of the moment. There is no why. |
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. That's my utopia. |
I know of very few people who are dreaming of a world for their grandchildren. |
I really wonder what gives us the right to wreck this poor planet of ours. |
I tell you, we are here on Earth to fart around, and don't let anybody tell you different. |