Illusions mistaken for truth are the pavement under our feet. They are what we call civilization.

Time cures you first, and then it kills you.

(on asparagus) Europeans of the Renaissance swore by it as an aphrodisiac, and the church banned it from nunneries.

He was getting that look he gets, oh boy, like Here comes Moses tromping down off of Mount Syanide with ten fresh ways to wreck your life.

Your dreams, what you hope for and all that, it's not separate from your life. It grows right up out of it.

I don't bring expectations to any of my books. I don't tell people what to do. I want to invite them in.

What you lose in blindness is the space around you, the place where you are, and without that you might not exist. You could be nowhere at all.