Our Journey Is Entirely Imaginary. That Is

All Great Innovations Are Built On Rejections.

I Hadn't Found Out Yet That Mankind Consists Of Two Very Different Races, The Rich And The Poor. It Took Me ... And Plenty Of Other People . . . Twenty Years And The War To Learn To Stick To My Class And Ask The Price Of Things Before Touching Them, Let Alone Setting My Heart On Them.

I Was A Hundred-percent Sick, I Felt As If I Had No Further Use For My Legs, They Just Hung Over The Edge Of My Bed Like Unimportant And Rather Ridiculous Objects.

So Many Vaginas, Stomachs, Cocks, Snouts, And Flies You Don't Know What To Do With Them ... Shovelsfull! ... But Hearts? ... Very Rare! In The Last Five Hundred Million Years Too Many Cocks And Gastric Tubes To Count ... But Hearts? ... On Your Fingers!.

The Best Way To Make A Sort Of Peace, A Fragile Armistice To Be Sure, But Precious All The Same, With Men, Officers Or Not, Is To Let Them Bask And Wallow In Childish Self-glorification. There’s No Such Thing As Intelligent Vanity. It’s An Instinct. And You’ll Never Find A Man Who Is Not First And Formenost Vain. The Role Of Admiring Doormat Is About The Only One That One Man Is Glad To Tolerate In Another. With These Soldiers I Had No Need To Tax My Imagination.