There are well-dressed foolish ideas just as there are well-dressed fools.

If we mammals don't get something to eat every day or two, our temperature drops, all our signs fall off, and we begin to starve. Living at biological red alert, it's not surprising how obsessed we are with food; I'm just amazed we don't pace and fret about it all the time.

Home is where the heart is, we say, rubbing the flint of one abstraction against another.

I am a great fan of the universe, which I take literally: as one. All of it interests me, and it interests me in detail.

Who you are isn't tied solely to what you say, even though it may feel that way to you now.

Writing is my form of celebration and prayer.

An animal on a leash is not tamed by the owner. The owner is extending himself through the leash to that part of his personality which is pure dog, that part of him which just wants to eat, sleep, bark, hump chairs, wet the floor in joy, and drink out of a toilet bowl.