Style: There is something in too much verbal felicity (as in Joyce or Nabokov or Borges) that can betray the writer into technique for the sake of technique.

A world without huge regions of total wilderness would be a cage; a world without lions and tigers and vultures and snakes and elk and bison would be - will be - a human zoo. A high-tech slum.

The world of employer and employee, like that of master and slave, debases both.

I am an enemy of the State. But isn't everyone?

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

Simply because humankind have the power now to meddle or 'manage' or 'exercise stewardship' in every nook and cranny of the world does not mean that we have a right to do so. Even less, the obligation.

The best thing about graduating from the university was that I finally had time to sit on a log and read a good book.