Life is too short for grief. Or regret. Or bullshit.

Life is too short for grief. Or regret. Or bullshit.
Readers, not critics, are the people who determine a book's eventual fate.
Only a fool is astonished by the foolishness of mankind.
The tragedy of modern war is that the young men die fighting each other - instead of their real enemies back home in the capitals.
The "Terror" of the French Revolution lasted for ten years. The terror that preceded and led to it lasted for a thousand years.
Counterpart to the knee-jerk liberal is the new knee-pad conservative, always groveling before the rich and powerful.
There is no lack of water here unless you try to establish a city where no city should be.
There is no trajectory so pathetic as that of an artist in decline.
The world is what it is, no less and no more, and therein lies its entire and sufficient meaning.
Ah yes, the head is full of books. The hard part is to force them down through the bloodstream and out through the fingers.
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What draws us into the desert is the search for something intimate in the remote.
One man alone can be pretty dumb sometimes, but for real bona fide stupidity, there ain't nothing can beat teamwork.
Sentiment without action is the ruin of the soul.
The more corrupt a society, the more numerous its laws.
The rich are not very nice. That's why they're rich.
High technology has done us one great service: It has retaught us the delight of performing simple and primordial tasks - chopping wood, building a fire, drawing water from a spring.
It is true that some of my fiction was based on actual events. But the events took place after the fiction was written.
We're all undesirable elements from somebody's point of view.
Meantime, I'm going to gnaw on this sparerib, drink my Blatz beer, and contemplate the a posteriori coordinates of that young blonde over yonder, the one in the tennis skirt, tying her shoelaces.