Any assault on the borders of perception is going to seem rash at first.

I used to think it was possible for an artist to alter the inner life of the culture. Now bomb-makers and gunmen have taken that territory.

California deserves whatever it gets. Californians invented the concept of life-style. This alone warrants their doom.

What we are reluctant to touch often seems the very fabric of our salvation.

Plot a murder, you're saying. But every plot is a murder in effect. To plot is to die, whether we know it or not.

It's impossible to write about the Kennedy assassination and its aftermath without taking note of twenty-five years of paranoia which has collected around that event.

Ask yourself this question. Do we have to be humans forever? Consciousness is exhausted. Back now to inorganic matter. This is what we want. We want to be stones in a field.