Whenever I see a photograph of some sportsman grinning over his kill, I am always impressed by the striking moral and esthetic superiority of the dead animal to the live one.

Defiance is beautiful. The defiance of power, especially great or overwhelming power, exalts and glorifies the rebel.

We spend more time working for our labor-saving machines than they do working for us.

We are kindred all of us, killer and victim, predator and prey, me and the sly coyote, the soaring buzzard, the elegant gopher snake, and trembling cottontail, the foul worms that feed on our entrails; all of them, all of us. Long live diversity, long live the earth!

Opera: I like it, except for all those howling sopranos and caterwauling tenors. (Why can't tenors sing like men?)

The highest treason, the meanest treason, is to deny the holiness of this little blue planet on which we journey through the cold void of space.

A drink a day keeps the shrink away.