What popped up more than that was the realization that I made as an adult that the world is this incredibly complex, layered, and mysterious place and if you stop and think about it the human cell is literally more complex than a fleet of 747s.

Faced with the challenge of an endless universe, Man will be forced to mature further, just as the Neanderthal-faced with an entire planet-had no choice but to grow away from the tradition of savagery.

Vladimir Nabokov said the two great evils of the 20th century were Marx and Freud. He was absolutely correct.

From time to time, I do consider that I might be mad. Like any self-respecting lunatic, however, I am always quick to dismiss any doubts about my sanity.

Human beings can always be relied upon to exert, with vigor, their God-given right to be stupid.

For some, the past is a chain, each day a link, raveling backward to one ringbolt or another, in one dark place or another, and tomorrow is a slave to yesterday.

A plot without action is like pasta without garlic, like Dolly Parton without cleavage, and like a writer without his similes.