Cynics regarded everybody as equally corrupt... Idealists regarded everybody as equally corrupt, except themselves.

The function of law and theology are the same: to keep the poor from taking back by violence what the rich have stolen by cunning.

The fear of death is the beginning of slavery.

You should view the world as a conspiracy run by a very closely-knit group of nearly omnipotent people, and you should think of those people as yourself and your friends.

You are precisely as big as what you love and precisely as small as what you allow to annoy you.

In conlusion, there is no conclusion. Things will go on as they always have, getting weirder all the time.

The rapists of the intellectual world become politicians; the seducers become artists.

Philadelphia merely seems dull because it's next to exciting Camden, New Jersey.

Of course I'm crazy, but that doesn't mean I'm wrong.

History, sociology, economics, psychology et al. confirmed Joyce's view of Everyman as victim.

My own opinion is that belief is the death of intelligence. As soon as one believes a doctrine of any sort, or assumes certitude, one stops thinking about that aspect of existence.

Ala!" Echo sprang to her feet, legs tangled in the sheets. The Ala was here. The Ala had brought food. The Ala was a goddess

One of the best ways to persuade others is with your ears.

The Loch Ness monster doesn't exist either. Loch Ness is just not big enough to hide a thirty foot amphibian or reptile for hundreds of years.

So, she tells me, the words dribbling out with the cranberry muffin crumbs, commas dunked in her coffee.

To the uneducated eye, as to the incurious mind, much of the world is in darkness, and a thousand songs are lost on the unlistening ear.

We have no right ever to forget that psychological warfare is a struggle for winning people's minds.

The House of Representatives, which was closer to the population, had much less power. The executive was more or less an administrator, not an emperor like today.

We crash into each other just so we can feel something.

Why is it that reality, when set down untransposed in a book, sounds false?

Misery, anger, indignation, discomfort-those conditions produce literature. Contentment-never. So there you are.