Misery, Anger, Indignation, Discomfort-those Conditions Produce Literature.

I Prefer Lies To Truth, Especially When The Lies Are About Me.

He Was Old And Wise, Which Meant Tired And Disappointed.

The Beduin Of The Desert, Born And Grown Up In It, Had Embraced With All His Sour This Nakedness Too Harsh For Volunteers, For The Reason, Felt But Inarticulate, That There He Found Himself Indubitably Free.

Mankind Has Had Ten-thousand Years Of Experience At Fighting And If We Must Fight, We Have No Excuse For Not Fighting Well.

To Make War Upon Rebellion Is Messy And Slow, Like Eating Soup With A Knife.