God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater

"... The factory, the farms, the mines across the river — they're almost completely automatic now. And America doesn't even need these people for war—not anymore. Syliva—I'm going to be an artist." "An artist?" "I'm going to love these discarded Americans, even though they're useless and unattractive. That is going to be my work of art."

Like all real heroes, Charley had a fatal flaw. He refused to believe he had gonorrhea, whereas the truth was that he did.

He had an enormous ass, which was luminous when bare.