Apuleius married a rich widow, then wrote _The Golden Ass_.

Society is like a stew. If you don't stir it up every once in a while then a layer of scum floats to the top.

The sneakiest form of literary subtlety, in a corrupt society, is to speak the plain truth. The critics will not understand you; the public will not believe you; your fellow writers will shake their heads. Laughter, praise, honors, money, and the love of beautiful girls will be your only reward.

Christian theology: nothing so grotesque could possibly be true.

We know so very little about this strange planet we live on, this haunted world where all answers lead only to more mystery.

And if the computer gives you any back talk, pour some well-sugared office coffee into its evil little silicon brain.

Tee Vee football: one team wins, one team loses -- they tie -- who cares? And why?