You live in a deranged age, more deranged than usual because in spite of great scientific and technological advances, man has not the faintest idea of who he is or what he is doing.

Bourbon does for me what the piece of cake did for Proust.

Where there is chance of gain, there is also chance of loss. Whenever one courts great happiness, one also risks malaise.

To become aware of the possibility of the search is to be onto something.

In this world goodness is destined to be defeated. But a man must go down fighting. That is the victory. To do anything less is to be less than a man.

We love those who know the worst of us and don't turn their face away.

I like to eat crawfish and drink beer. That's despair?

In a word, the consumer of mass culture is lonely, not only lonely, but spiritually impoverished.

Fiction doesn’t tell us something we don’t know, it tells us something we know but don’t know that we know.

Lucky is the man who does not secretly believe that every possibility is open to him.

Have you noticed that only in time of illness or disaster or death are people real?

Limitation of one's freedom might seem to be something negative and unpleasant, but love makes it a positive, joyful and creative thing. Freedom exists for the sake of love.

The worst part about celebrating another birthday is the shock that you're only as well as you are.

The burned hand teaches best. After that, advice about fire goes to the heart.

If I wasn't acting, I would probably be working with children. I was a camp counselor growing up and I loved it.

In order to discover truth, we must be truthful ourselves, and must welcome those who point out our errors as heartily as those who approve and confirm our discoveries.

I always do the first line well, but I have trouble doing the others.

Ultimately what I want to do, I want to go back and do some more action movies.

I always have lots of zany ideas for promotional stuff as publication nears.

I would say that it's probably impossible for a lot of people to even think what H.P. Lovecraft's theological state was.

I went to a garage sale. 'How much for the garage' 'It's not for sale.'