The natural role of twentieth-century man is anxiety.
The horror of the Twentieth Century was the size of each new event, and the paucity of its reverberation.
Growth, in some curious way, I suspect, depends on being always in motion just a little bit, one way or another.
The function of socialism is to raise suffering to a higher level.
Ultimately a hero is a man who would argue with the gods, and so awakens devils to contest his vision. The more a man can achieve, the more he may be certain that the devil will inhabit a part of his creation.
A modern democracy is a tyranny whose borders are undefined; one discovers how far one can go only by traveling in a straight line until one is stopped.
Alimony is the curse of the writing class.
America is a hurricane, and the only people who do not hear the sound are those fortunate if incredibly stupid and smug White Protestants who live in the center, in the serene eye of the big wind.
Because there is very little honor left in American life, there is a certain built-in tendency to destroy masculinity in American men.
Culture's worth huge, huge risks. Without culture we're all totalitarian beasts.
Each day a few more lies eat into the seed with which we are born, little institutional lies from the print of newspapers, the shock waves of television, and the sentimental cheats of the movie screen.
Every moment of one's existence one is growing into more or retreating into less. One is always living a little more or dying a little bit.