I Held My Crotch, Closed My Eyes

All Our Lives Are Symbols. Everything We Do Is Part Of A Pattern We Have At Least Some Say In. The Strong Make Their Own Patterns And Influence Other People's, The Weak Have Their Courses Mapped Out For Them. The Weak And The Unlucky, And The Stupid.

"don't You Have A Religion?" Dorolow Asked Horza. "yes," He Replied, Not Taking His Eyes Away From The Screen On The Wall Above The End Of The Main Mess-room Table. "my Survival."

There Has Seldom If Ever A Shortage Of Eager Young Males Prepared To Kill And Die To Preserve The Security, Comfort And Prejudices Of Their Elders, And What You Call Heroism Is Just An Expression Of This Simple Fact; There Is Never A Scarcity Of Idiots.

One Should Never Regret One's Excesses, Only One's Failures Of Nerve.

Political Correctness Is What Right-wing Bigots Call What Everybody Else Calls Being Polite