Nature, I have constantly argued in my work, is the real superpower of this godless universe. It is the ultimate disposer of human fate, randomly recarving geography over 10,000-year epochs.

History shows that male homosexuality, which like prostitution flourishes with urbanization and soon becomes predictably ritualized, always tends toward decadence.

The moment is ripe for an experienced businessman to talk practical, prudent economics to the electorate - which is why Mitt Romney's political fortunes are steadily being resurrected from the grave.

Women's studies is a comfy, chummy morass of unchallenged groupthink . It is, with rare exception, totally unscholarly. Academic feminists have silenced men and dissenting women.

There is no female Mozart because there is no female Jack the Ripper.

Rule of art: Cant kills creativity!

Human life began in flight and fear. Religion rose from rituals of propitiation, spells to lull the punishing elements.

Women are in league with each other, a secret conspiracy of hearts and pheromones

Promiscuity in men may cheapen love but sharpen thought. Promiscuity in women is illness, a leakage of identity.

Daytime soap operas, which I used to adore, have been declining in quality and importance for over a decade, and I gradually stopped monitoring them.

If civilization had been left in female hands we would still be living in grass huts.

Her children arise up and call her blessed.

It is... easy to be certain. One has only to be sufficiently vague.

I have no evangelical feelings about art at all. I despise art education. Art doesn't lend itself to education. There is no knowledge there. It's a set of propositions about how things should look.

In a nut shell, air travel is the worst part about touring.

The creative is always an act of recombination, with something added by new juxtaposition—as making a spark requires two things struck together.

I've been forgotten by our Good Lord.

Work first, and then rest.

I always thought a yard was three feet, then I started mowing the lawn.

My stories are sometimes closer to poems or meditations, but often there is at least a little narrative in them.

All you have to do is open your heart, just like you opened your legs.