Free people have a serious problem with place, being in a place, using up a place, deciding which new place to rotate to. Americans ricochet around the United States like billiard balls.

Bourbon does for me what the piece of cake did for Proust.

You live in a deranged age, more deranged than usual because in spite of great scientific and technological advances, man has not the faintest idea of who he is or what he is doing.

Where there is chance of gain, there is also chance of loss. Whenever one courts great happiness, one also risks malaise.

To become aware of the possibility of the search is to be onto something.

In this world goodness is destined to be defeated. But a man must go down fighting. That is the victory. To do anything less is to be less than a man.

We love those who know the worst of us and don't turn their face away.

I like to eat crawfish and drink beer. That's despair?

In a word, the consumer of mass culture is lonely, not only lonely, but spiritually impoverished.

Fiction doesn’t tell us something we don’t know, it tells us something we know but don’t know that we know.

Lucky is the man who does not secretly believe that every possibility is open to him.

One life

If you stay in that new flow of positive behavior, it's hard to revert back to old patterns. But if you do fall off, just forgive yourself, recover quickly, and get right back on.

Superfluous words simply spill out when the mind is already full.

You cannot isolate yourself from the crowd - even if you want to.

God was a clever idea ... The human race came up with a winner there.

You’re so American. You believe everything is possible, everything will come. I know differently.

On the reals, all these crab niggaz know the deal, When we start the revolution, all they'll probably do is squeal.

We must know when to move on. To search too long for perfection can also paralyse.

Governments constantly choose between telling lies and fighting wars, with the end result always being the same. One will always lead to the other.

Thou know'st 'tis common; all that lives must die, Passing through nature to eternity.