Collaboration on a book is the ultimate unnatural act.

There are people in government who don't want other people to know what they know. It's just another example of elitism. And I spit on elitism. Show me an elitist, and I'll show you a loser.

Helicopters don't fly, they vibrate so badly the ground rejects them.

The good old days are now.

Fix your eyes forward on what you can do, not back on what you cannot change.

The control of information is something the elite always does, particularly in a despotic form of government. Information, knowledge, is power. If you can control information, you can control people.

The tactics...no, amateurs discuss tactics,.... Professional soldiers study logistics.

What the government is good at is collecting taxes, taking away your freedoms and killing people. It's not good at much else.

Man is a creature of hope and invention, both of which belie the idea that things cannot be changed.

The difference between fiction and reality? Fiction has to make sense.

Whenever somebody comes up with a good idea, there's somebody else who has never had a good idea in his life who stands up and says, "Oh, you can't do that..."

A man is indeed a city, and for the poet there are no ideas but in things.

There is a difference between eating and drinking for strength and from mere gluttony.

By taking to the road, we free ourselves of baggage, both physical and psychological. We walk back to our original condition, to our best selves.

I'm the kind of a player who, if you give me something good to hit, I'm going to swing at it. Otherwise, there's nothing else you can do.

I believe that it's vital for children and teens to be educated, to be given information to help them understand the impacts humans are having on our water, soil, and air.

The writer is committed when he plunges to the very depths of himself with the intent to disclose, not his individuality, but his person in the complex society that conditions and supports him.

To take possession of a city of which you are not a native you must first fall in love there.

I'm staying," Henry said, annoyed. "Why?" "Because, if I leave, it would be like abandoning two mentally challenged people in a nuclear waste dump.

In these days the invention of printing, and the diffusion of knowledge, render historical calumnies a little less dangerous: truth will always prevail in the long run, but how slow its progress!

Anything you can imagine, you can create.