You can't study the darkness by flooding it with light.

A crude meal, no doubt, but the best of all sauces is hunger.

How strange and wonderful is our home, our earth, with its swirling vaporous atmosphere, its flowing and frozen liquids, its trembling plants, its creeping, crawling, climbing creatures, the croaking things with wings that hang on rocks and soar through the fog, the furry grass, the scaly seas.

A critic is to an author as a fungus to an oak.

The rifle and handgun are 'equalizers' -- the weapons of a democracy. Tanks and bombers represent dictatorship.

I've wrecked and ravaged half my life in the pursuit of women, and I suffer the pangs of about seventeen regrets -- the seventeen who got away.

Anywhere, anytime, I'd sacrifice the finest nuance for a laugh, the most elegant trope for a smile.