I watch movies occasionally, and I watch documentaries. Virtually nothing else.

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.

We can only become who we want to be. Choose success!

There is spiritual edification in recognizing that God stays faithful in his covenants, that he forgives all sin despite whatever historical or sociopolitical circumstance.

Live as you were created to live.

Everyone has a story. I don't believer anyone can go through life without encountering at least one amazing thing.

As a world view, Darwinism cannot of course be refuted, since Faith is, always has been, and always will be, stronger than facts

I let my drinking do the talking.

I kind of follow that when I get dressed. I think if it's comfortable and it's cozy and it kind of makes you feel good, then those are good reasons to wear something.

If something happened, like engineers starting to quit, things would go downhill fast.

By my definition, prayer is consciously hanging out with God. Being with God in a deliberate way.

The Flag still floats unblotted with defeat! But ah the blood that keeps its ripples red, The starry lives that keep its field alight.