The time has come for writers to become inaccessible again. The reason is not some kind of 'mystique' that makes people curious (though it helps), but the fact that no real writers ever lay down anything real in public-they work in solitude, they think hard, and their thoughts are rarely nice or 'friendly.'

The evaporation of 4 million who believe in this crap would leave the world a better place.

There is no ´Complete Idiots Guide to Creationism,´ but perhaps one is not needed.

Nostalgia is masochism and masochism is something masochists love to share.

It is the job of the market to turn the base material of our emotions into gold.

The peasants of all lands recognize power and they salute it, whether it's good or evil.

How did you fall in love with New Orleans? At once, madly. Looking back, sometimes I think it was predestined.