He Was Sick With Lust And Mesmerized

They're Trying To Kill Me," Yossarian Told Him Calmly. No One's Trying To Kill You," Clevinger Cried. Then Why Are They Shooting At Me?" Yossarian Asked. They're Shooting At Everyone," Clevinger Answered. "they're Trying To Kill Everyone." And What Difference Does That Make?

History Was A Trash Bag Of Random Coincidences Torn Open In A Wind. Surely, Watt With His Steam Engine, Faraday With His Electric Motor, And Edison With His Incandescent Light Bulb Did Not Have It As Their Goal To Contribute To A Fuel Shortage Some Day That Would Place Their Countries At The Mercy Of Arab Oil.

Every Writer I Know Has Trouble Writing.

But The God I Don't Believe In Is A Good God, A Just God, A Merciful God. He's Not The Mean And Stupid God You Make Him Out To Be.

When People Disagreed With Him He Urged Them To Be Objective.