Literary critics, like a herd of cows or a school of fish, always face in the same direction, obeying that love for unity that every critic requires.

Anywhere, anytime, I'd sacrifice the finest nuance for a laugh, the most elegant trope for a smile.

The industrial way of life leads to the industrial way of death. From Shiloh to Dachau, from Antietam to Stalingrad, from Hiroshima to Vietnam and Afghanistan, the great specialty of industry and technology has been the mass production of human corpses.

Charity should be spontaneous. Calculated altruism is an affront.

Though I've lived in the rural West most of my life, I never once fell in love with a horse. Not once. Neither end.

Terrorism: deadly violence against humans and other living things, usually conducted by government against its own people.

There has never been a day in my life when I was not in love.