Hitch: Hello! I just bought the house next door and I thought I should meet my neighbors.
Chomsky: Who’s there, Predicate?
Hitch: Noam Chomsky!?
Chomsky: CHRISTOPHER HITCHENS!?
Hitch: Boy, this is awkward.
Chomsky: Well, if we’re going to be neighbors, we’d better make ammends. Remember that time I said you had “racist contempt” for the victims of that Sudanese “chemical” plant bombing? Well, I’m sorry.
Hitch: Hey, thanks. Remember when I called you “soft on facism”?
Hitch: Well, I still mean it.
Reactions to his death
– And what sort of odious estabilishment have we here?
– It’s HELL, Hitch!
– If you mean to say there is no more Scotch, that is rather upsetting news.
– For using your talents to push the Iraq War, We’ve devised a special punishment… DEBATING ONE MILLION DEAD IRAQIS FOR ALL ETERNITY!
– My, I’ve died and gone to heaven.
– How do you deal with the death of a great person who doesn’t believe in heaven? I mean you wish they ended up in better place, even though that’s totally illogical.
– Well, if they were truly great, then the world’s a little worse off without them… So technically they’re in a better place by default.
Dear Lord, please cure my mommy in a way that is indistinguishable from the results of proper medical treatment.
“Sorry, Mr. Hitchens, but editorial cartoonists draw EVYRYONE up here.”
Distrust compassion; prefer dignity four yourself and others.
Don’t be afraid to be thought arrogant or selfish.
Picture all experts as if they were mammals.
Never be a spectator of unfairness or stupidity.
Seek out argument and disputation for their own sake; the grave will supply plenty of time for silence.