I would prefer to write about everything; what else is there? But one must be selective.

The highest treason, the meanest treason, is to deny the holiness of this little blue planet on which we journey through the cold void of space.

If we had the power of ten Shakespeares or a dozen Mozarts, we could not produce anything half so marvelous as one ordinary human child.

Metaphysics is a cobweb that the mind weaves around things.

Humankind will not be free until the last Kremlin commissar is strangled with the entrails of the last Pentagon chief of staff.

Freedom begins between the ears.

Going to bed with Gertrude Stein, Jeane Kirkpatrick, Susan Sontag, or Margaret Thatcher: There are some things one prefers neither to do nor to have done.