We’re destroying the world because we are, in a very literal and deliberate way, at war with it.

...we are all somehow dreadfully cracked about the head, and sadly need mending.

I finally had to go to the American Civil Liberties Union here in northern California to get my reply published to what I considered to be a hatchet job done by Stanley Crouch.

If you are alive, there is hope for a better day and something good to happen. If there is nothing good left in the destiny of a person, he or she will die.

The premise of the Taker story is 'the world belongs to man'. … The premise of the Leaver story is 'man belongs to the world'.

In the sky there are always answers and explanations for everything: every pain, every suffering, joy and confusion.

[A]ny species that exempts itself from the rules of competition ends up destroying the community in order to support its own expansion.

Ethnic life in the United States has become a sort of contest like baseball in which the blacks are always the Chicago Cubs.

No one species shall make the life of the world its own.' … That's one expression of the law. Here's another: 'The world was not made for any one species.

No one says a novel has to be one thing. It can be anything it wants to be, a vaudeville show, the six o’clock news, the mumblings of wild men saddled by demons.

My childhood had gone by without my knowing, and it seemed as if my heart had frozen.

She’d said she loved him. She'd put that impossible, unimaginably beautiful gift in his hands and he’d thrown it back at her. To save her. To save himself.

Need someone to talk to? I could tug my ear right now.

When choosing friends, I seek quality, not quantity.

Your mind is such a crucial asset to a victorious life. The mind is the eye of a man. What it sees and accepts shapes a man's life and determines his destiny.

The world is changing so fast that the future goes past soon as the present.

In the past there were too many portraits of Chairman Mao in China. They were hung everywhere. That was not proper and it didn't really show respect for Chairman Mao.

The big thing is that you know what you want.

War is the father and king of all.

Just to keep bad dreams at bay, she took a swig out of a bottle that smelled of apples and happy brain-death.

So we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh at gilded butterflies.