I understand and sympathize with the reasonable needs of a reasonable number of people on a finite continent. All life depends upon other life. But what is happening today, in North America, is not rational use but irrational massacre. Man the Pest, multiplied to the swarming stage, is attacking the remaining forests like a plague of locusts on a field of grain.

Writers should avoid the academy. When a writer begins to accept pay for talking about words, we know what he will produce soon: nothing but words.

My sole literary ambition is to write one good novel, then retire to my hut in the desert, assume the lotus position, compose my mind and senses, and sink into meditation, contemplating my novel.

For women, the sexual act is a means to a higher end. For a man, it is an end in itself.

What draws us into the desert is the search for something intimate in the remote.

In the dog-eat-dog economy, the Doberman is boss.

In everything but brains and brawn, women are vastly superior to men. A different race.