“One day in the country
Is worth a month in town.”

“When one is in town one amuses oneself. When one is in the country one amuses other people. It is excessively boring.”

“On this day, in this holy country, we get the honor for the victory of democracy. (22 March 1992, 1 month before the elections)”

“In the first three months, half of my salary went for a pigeonhole in the Siberian end of town.”

“It seemed like every month that went by, every day older, life became more complicated. The rule for growing up seemed to be that no choice, no decision worth making was without some cost.”

“Every time I hit Panama, the place is exactly one month, two months, six months more nowhere, like the progress of a degenerative illness. A shift from arithmetic to geometric progressive seems to have occurred. Something ugly and ignoble and subhuman is cooking in this mongrel town of pimps and whores and recessive genes, this degraded leech on the Canal.”

“If a country were not worth protecting, it was not worth claiming.”

“A week of camp life is worth six months of theoretical teaching in the meeting room.”

“In fact, as they will be delighted to tell you, Taunton is no longer a one-horse town
these days, they have a bicycle as well.”

“Is the life you seek to take worth the one you could one day create? (Savitar)”