“If there is shit all around me, how can I eat my ice cream?”

“We are going to eat ice cream and we are going to eat shit. The trick is to use different spoons.”

“I held up my ice-cream cone in the gesture of a toast. "Number thirteen: Eat ice cream in public."About this one... I don't get it. What's the big deal about eating ice cream?"Fat people aren't allowed to eat in public."What are you talking about?" she said, a bit snobbily in my opinion. "I notice them eating all the time."Exactly."You lost me."It's hard to enjoy the eating experience when you feel everyone's staring at you, thinking, No wonder she's such a fat cow. Look how she eats."I don't think that!"Sure.”

“It's a strange world. Some people get rich and others eat shit and die.”

“I am not one of those weak-spirited, sappy Americans who want to be liked by all the people around them. I don’t care if people hate my guts; I assume most of them do. The important question is whether they are in a position to do anything about it. My affections, being concentrated over a few people, are not spread all over Hell in a vile attempt to placate sulky, worthless shits.”

“An Army is a team. It lives sleeps eats and fights as a team. This individual heroic stuff is pure horse shit”

“If you're eating an ice cream cone, it's just very hard to believe that things have gone completely to shit. That there isn't still hope.”