Any reviewer who expresses rage and loathing for a novel is preposterous. He or she is like a person who has put on full armor and attacked a hot fudge sundae.

True terror is to wake up one morning and discover that your high school class is running the country.

We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful what we pretend to be.

There is a tragic flaw in our precious constitution, and I don't know what can be done to fix it. This is it: Only nut cases want to be president.

I want to stand as close to the edge as I can without going over. Out on the edge you see all the kinds of things you can't see from the center.

He didn't look like a soldier at all. He looked like a filthy flamingo.

Perhaps I am the turtle, able to live simply anywhere, even underwater for short periods, with my home on my back.

About astrology and palmistry: they are good because they make people vivid and full of possibilities. They are communism at its best. Everybody has a birthday and almost everybody has a palm.

We are here on Earth to fart around. Don't let anybody tell you any different.

Enjoy your body, use it every way you can. Don’t be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own.

Beware of the man who works hard to learn something, learns it, and finds himself no wiser than before.

Do not fear the thorns in your path, for they draw only corrupt blood.

We just need to hang in there a little longer, spend a little more of our energy... Breathe...

Though the people support the government the government should not support the people.

I never get bored of my wife. It's lovely.

I'm lucky that I get to play a wide variety of parts.

Let your thoughts be psalms, your prayers incense, and your breath praise.

The purpose of poetry is to remind us / how difficult it is to remain just one person.

When the planes still swoop down and aerial spray a field in order to kill a predator insect with pesticides, we are in the Dark Ages of commerce.

Uncorseted, her friendly bust Gives promise of pneumatic bliss.

Mental communication without verbalization... all space is made up of waves and we are constantly sending and receiving messages from our brain