I like the construction of sentences and the juxtaposition of words-not just how they sound or what they mean, but even what they look like.

I think more than writers, the major influences on me have been European movies, jazz, and Abstract Expressionism.

We seem to believe it is possible to ward off death by following rules of good grooming.

As technology advances in complexity and scope, fear becomes more primitive.

No sense of the irony of human experience, that we are the highest form of life on earth, and yet ineffably sad because we know what no other animal knows, that we must die.

I've come to think of Europe as a hardcover book, America as the paperback version.

I don’t want your candor. I want your soul in a silver thimble.

What we are reluctant to touch often seems the very fabric of our salvation.

California deserves whatever it gets. Californians invented the concept of life-style. This alone warrants their doom.

A writer takes earnest measures to secure his solitude and then finds endless ways to squander it.

Human existence had to have a deeper source than our own dank fluids. Dank or rank. There had to be a force behind it, a principal being who was and is and ever shall be.

He didn’t know what was hotter, her Star Wars reference or the breathiness with which she spoke it.

...I know Shakespeare said art is holding up a mirror to nature- but you're actually bending and refracting it through your interior dialogue ...

Everyone just wants to be like that Somebody else. Ironically, that Somebody wishes to just be like everyone else. If this is achieved, however, individuality is annihilated.

Just in case God isn't dead, our astronauts carry sidearms.

With an eco-mind, we get ready for surprises, for we realize it's just not possible to know what's possible.

any experiment of interest in life will be carried out at your own expense

Here was this man Tom Guthrie in Holt standing at the back window in the kitchen of his house smoking cigarettes and looking out over the back lot where the sun was just coming up.

abstract art is not the creation of another reality but the true vision of reality.

If fate means you to lose, give him a good fight anyhow.