Sometimes we don't even realize what we really care about, because we get so distracted by the symbols.

A cult is a religion with no political power.

Love is the ultimate expression of the will to live.

I still believe nonfiction is the most important literature to come out of the second half of the 20th century.

A lie may fool someone else, but it tells you the truth: you're weak.

The problem with fiction, it has to be plausible. That's not true with non-fiction.

If a conservative is a liberal who's been mugged, a liberal is a conservative who's been arrested.

It's not just that reporting gives you a bigger slice of life, gives - lends verisimilitude to what you are doing - it's that it feeds the imagination.

The attitude is we live and let live. This is actually an amazing change in values in a rather short time and it's an example of freedom from religion.

Dear Mother, I meant to write you before this and I hope you haven't been worried.... I have met some Beautiful People and...

I never forget. I never forgive. I can wait. I find it very easy to harbor a grudge. I have scores to settle.

Between love and a friendship, the crucial difference is that when the love breaks you will realise that the friendship is what kept the two of you together.

All pleasure is a vice, for seeking pleasure is what everybody does in life, and the only dark vice is doing what everybody does.

The beloved is one who nurtures you, trusts you, supports you, encourages you, loves you without conditions. That's you.

Jesus came for the least, the lost, and the last.

I don't know what to think of the money. It's kind of mind-boggling. I come from a middle-class, blue-collar family. We've never really had money.

My intention is not to replace one set of general rules by another such set: my intention is, rather, to convince the reader that all methodologies, even the most obvious ones, have their limits.

Assist a man in raising a burden; but do not assist him in laying it down.

A great man stands on God. A small man on a great man.

And if joy were not on the earth, There were an end of change and birth, And Earth and Heaven and Hell would die, And in some gloomy barrow lie Folded like a frozen fly.

If it should happen you wake up and Armageddon has come, lie still.