Do you realize that all great literature — Moby Dick, Huckleberry Finn, A Farewell to Arms, The Scarlet Letter, The Red Badge of Courage, The Iliad and The Odyssey, Crime and Punishment, The Bible and “The Charge of the Light Brigade” — are all about what a bummer it is to be a human being? (Isn’t it such a relief to have somebody say that?)
There is a tragic flaw in our precious constitution, and I don’t know what can be done to fix it. This is it: Only nutcases want to be president. This was true even in high school. Only clearly disturbed people ran for class president.
We probably could have saved ourselves, but we were too damned lazy to try very hard … and too damn cheap.
When Hemingway killed himself he put a period at the end of his life; old age is more like a semicolon.
I think that novels that leave out technology misrepresent life as badly as Victorians misrepresented life by leaving out sex.
Life is no way to treat an animal, not even a mouse.
We are here on Earth to fart around. Don’t let anybody tell you any different.