The Best Way To Make A Sort

Maybe I'd Never See Him Again... Maybe He'd Gone For Good... Swallowed Up, Body And Soul, In The Kind Of Stories You Hear About... Ah, It's An Awful Thing... And Being Young Doesn't Help Any... When You Notice For The First Time... The Way You Lose People As You Go Along ... The Buddies You'll Never See Again... Never Again... When You Notice That They've Disappeared Like Dreams... That It's All Over... Finished... That You Too Will Get Lost Someday... A Long Way Off But Inevitably... In The Awful Torrent Of Things And People... Of The Days And Shapes... That Pass... That Never Stop.

The Best Way To Make A Sort Of Peace, A Fragile Armistice To Be Sure, But Precious All The Same, With Men, Officers Or Not, Is To Let Them Bask And Wallow In Childish Self-glorification. There’s No Such Thing As Intelligent Vanity. It’s An Instinct. And You’ll Never Find A Man Who Is Not First And Formenost Vain. The Role Of Admiring Doormat Is About The Only One That One Man Is Glad To Tolerate In Another. With These Soldiers I Had No Need To Tax My Imagination.

When You Stop To Examine The Way In Which Our Words Are Formed And Uttered, Our Sentences Are Hard-put To It To Survive The Disaster Of Their Slobbery Origins.

The Beginning Of Genius Is Being Scared Shitless.

Man Hardly Comes In More Than Two Varieties, Wherever He Is, Whatever He Does: Workers And Pimps ... They're Either One Or The Other! ... And Inventors, The Worst Kind Of Jobholder! ... They Stand Condemned! ... The Writer Who Doesn't Pimp Along, Peacefully Plagiarizing, Who Doesn't Pump Out The Pop Stuff, He's Had It! ... Everybody Hates Him!