To construct a proper privacy, making it a privilege rather than a burden, we first need to construct a community-love, family, politics, art.

Literature boils with the madcap careers of writers brought to the edge by the demands of living on their nerves, wringing out their memories and their nightmares to extract meaning, truth, beauty.

The steady pressure to consume, absorb, participate, receive, by eye, ear, mouth, and mail involves a cruelty to intestines, blood pressure, and psyche unparalleled in history.

Catastrophe and desire are linked in our lives as the moon is linked to that reflected light from the sun which enables the eye to see it.

Conformity is inevitable when folks huddle together in rebellion.

Being a writer is a rather hazardous occupation and there is a horribly high rate of writers who barely have the money for the paper and pen they use for their craft.

The would-bees take their honey from the flowers of creation.

The fact that all of us die anyway (the rumor turns out to be true) is a mere detail in the celestial glow of imagination. The artist's eyes destroy death.

Isolation from power makes men look for a mob in which they can be strong.

The magic will which makes us see the other side of our natures-dream and disaster, catastrophe and fulfillment-is the great permanent challenge of humanity.

If mankind is naturally good, he is sure going against his nature more and more of the time. It sounds like a bad joke: the paranoids are after us.

So the unwanting soulsees what's hidden, and the ever-wanting soulsees only what it wants.

A moment of sadness is the best time for deepest reflection.

Yes, 1960’s North American sitcoms have led me to study the United States 1920’s and 1930’s crime bosses— QET Jenkins

I'm no stranger to a bit of sexist backlash, but I was surprised by the level of vicious and misogynist hate I received.

What have you always wanted to do but been afraid to attempt? Whatever it is, it may be your greatest opportunity in life.

The insanity of the collective egoic mind, amplified by science and technology, is rapidly taking our species to the brink of disaster. Evolve or die: that is our only choice now.

I don't ever wanna come across too intimidating, so as long as I look like you can come up and give me a hug, that's good.

Guns don’t kill people. The aliens behind the triggers do.

When something needs to be improved, take your medicine - fix it.

If you aren't constantly astonished at God's grace in your solitude, there's no way it can happen in public.