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It's Almost Worth Having Been In The Army For The Joy Your Freedom Gives You

This Ain't A War... It's A Goddam Whorehouse.

Mealtime's The Only Time I Get To Devote To The Things Of The Spirit.

Remember That It's Never A Crime In The Face Of Humanity And Enlightenment To Distribute The Works Of The Great Humanists Among The Merchants And Moneychangers Of This Godforsaken Country... You Better Slip Me The Dough.

I Dont Think There Is Anything On Earth More Wonderful Than Those Wistful Incomplete Friendships One Makes Now And Then In An Hour's Talk. You Never See The People Again, But The Lingering Sense Of Their Presence In The World Is Like The Glow Of An Unseen City At Night--makes You Feel The Teemingness Of It All.