The world will always punish the few people with special talents the rest of us don’t recognize as real.

I say never be complete, I say stop being perfect, I say let... lets evolve, let the chips fall where they may.

A hotel, he told me, was a big house where a lot of people lived and ate and slept, but no one knew each other. He said that described most families in the outside world.

You're a product of our language, and how our laws are and how we believe our God wants us. Every bitty molecule about you has already been thought out by some million people before you. Anything you can do is boring and old and perfectly okay. You're safe because you're so trapped inside your culture. Anything you can conceive of is fine because you can conceive of it. You can't imagine any way to escape. There's no way you can get out.The world is your cradle and your trap.

You realize that people take drugs because it's the only real personal adventure left to them in their time-constrained, law-and-order, property-lined world. It's only in drugs or death we'll see anything new, and death is just too controlling.

A comedy ends with a wedding, and a tragedy ends with a funeral: you always have to juxtapose sex and death.

As the child outlives the father,so must the character bury the author.