The genius of the primitive mind is that it can render human helplessness in noble and beautiful ways.

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.

The spectacle has changed but our eyes remain the same.

Helplessness becomes prayer the moment that you go to Jesus and speak candidly and confidently with him about your needs. This is to believe.

We want the facts to fit the preconceptions. When they don't it is easier to ignore the facts than to change the preconceptions.

About Newton: Nature to him was an open book, whose letters he could read without effort.

Every creature is a glittering, glistening mirror of Divinity.

If I'm honest with you, you might not like me for a day or two. But if I lie to you, you're going to hate me forever.

I went to Harvard and immediately fell into the theater gang, and I was already an experienced actor, so you go with the flow! I've already used the phrase "campus star."

I steal from every movie ever made.

Objects in a park suggest static repose rather than any ongoing dialectic. Parks are finished landscapes for finished art .

He moved on, in the centre of a widening circle. He wasn't an enemy, he was a nemesis.