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The Gospel Of The Army Is Cunning, As Of All Other Human Activities. The Wisdom Of The Snake Under The Meekness Of The Sheep Is What Wins Out. The First Commandment Is--never Let Them Get Anything On You-- The Second: Graft--get Privileges Others Haven't Got--worm Yourself Into Confidence The Third--seem Neat And Prosperous--as If You Had Money In The Bank

Women Is Fine Once You Got Em Pinned Down, Boss, But When They Ain't Pinned Down They're Hell.

The Only Excuse For A Novelist, Aside From The Entertainment And Vicarious Living His Books Give The People Who Read Them, Is As A Sort Of Second-class Historian Of The Age He Lives In. The "reality" He Missed By Writing About Imaginary People, He Gains By Being Able To Build A Reality More Nearly Out Of His Own Factual Experience Than A Plain Historian Or Biographer Can.

A Writer ... Whittles At The Words And Phrases Of Today And Makes Of Them Forms To Set The Mind Of Tomorrow's Generation.

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