The missionaries go forth to Christianize the savages - as if the savages weren't dangerous enough already.

Instant communication is not communication at all but merely a frantic, trivial, nerve-wracking bombardment of cliches, threats, fads, fashions, gibberish and advertising.

Once upon a time, I dreamed of becoming a great man. Later, a good man. Now, finally, I find it difficult enough and honor enough to be -- a man.

Belief in God? An afterlife? I believe in rock: this apodictic rock beneath my feet.

Nobody has so many friends that he can afford to lose one.

Fence straddlers have no balls. In compensation, however, they enjoy a comfortable seat and can retreat swiftly, when danger threatens, to either side of the fence. There is something to be said for every position.

Somewhere in the depths of solitude, beyond wilderness and freedom, lay the trap of madness.