Man was created to complete the horse.

Vladimir Nabokov was a writer who cared nothing for music and whose favorite sport was the pursuit, capture, and murder of butterflies. This explains many things; for example, the fact that Nabokov's novels, for all their elegance and wit, resemble nothing so much as butterflies pinned to a board: pretty but dead; symmetrical but stiff.

The best argument for Christianity is the Gregorian chant. Listening to that music, one can believe anything -- while the music lasts.

Those who dream of the joys of living in a space colony should live in a space colony.

My books always make the best-seller lists in Wolf Hole, Arizona, and Hanksville, Utah.

God is a sound people make when they're too tired to think anymore.

The majority of American writers today have chosen passive non-resistance to things as they are, producing sloughs of poetry about their personal angst and anomie, cascades of short stories and rivers of novels obsessed with the nuances of domestic relationships - suburban hanky-panky - chic boutique shopping mall literary soap opera. When they do speak out on matters of controversy they attack not the evils of our time but fellow writers who may insist on complaining.