That’s what nobody admits about men, how needy they are.

It’s something of a cliché, at least among war correspondents, that war makes people unusually horny; what it actually does is make you want to touch as much flesh as you can get your hands on.

Subtle! Subtlety is bourgeois. Brecht us that when he popped drama’s cherry. He fucked drama until it stopped being subtle, like a lady, and started being useful, like a whore.

Journalists of late seem too eager to change the world in various ways; the point is to describe it, accurately and carefully.

I can't be impressed by anything, O son of man.
But you surely draw my attention when cornered.

I do like myself, but I think I'm far too needy!