All The Pathos And Irony Of Leaving

I Am Working On A Book Urging The Beating To Death Of Baby Whales Using The Dead Bodies Of Baby Seals.

Americans Are The Only People In The World Known To Me Whose Status Anxiety Prompts Them To Advertise Their College And University Affiliations In The Rear Window Of Their Automobiles.

Anyone Telling About His Travels Must Be A Liar, . . . For If A Traveler Doesn't Visit His Narrative With The Spirit And Techniques Of Fiction, No One Will Want To Hear It.

If The Term Discussion Has Always Seemed To Me To Imply Mild Warnings Of Wasted Time, Workshop Sets Off A Clangorous Alarm.

"those Who Fought Know A Secret About Themselves, And It Is Not Very Nice." ... They Have Experienced Secretly And Privately Their Natural Human Impulse Toward Sadism And Brutality... Not Merely Did I Learn To Kill With A Noose Of Piano Wire Put Around Somebody's Neck From Behind, But I Learned To Enjoy The Prospect Of Killing That Way.