I always wanted to be a cowboy. But alas! I was burdened early with certain inescapable obligations to world literature.

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

Reincarnation? There is such a thing. What could be more Mozartian than the Nutcracker Suite?

When the philosopher's argument becomes tedious, complicated, and opaque, it is usually a sign that he is attempting to prove as true to the intellect what is plainly false to common sense.

Filling out the form: Race? Human. Religion? Paiute. Occupation? Criminal anarchy. Hobbies? Survival with honor.

Women: We cannot love them all. But we must try.

My own ambition, my deepest and truest ambition, is to find within myself someday, somehow, the ability to do likewise, to do NOTHING - and find it enough.