Our “neoconservatives” are neither new nor conservative, but old as Babylon and evil as Hell.

My books always make the best-seller lists in Wolf Hole, Arizona, and Hanksville, Utah.

If there's anything I hate, it's the vibraphone. And the cha-cha-cha. And Latin rhythms generally.

The national parks belong to everyone. To the people. To all of us. The government keeps saying so and maybe, in this one case at least, the government is telling the truth. Hard to believe, but possible.

When I hear the word 'culture', I reach for my checkbook.

Anyone not paranoid in this world must be crazy. . . . Speaking of paranoia, it's true that I do not know exactly who my enemies are. But that of course is exactly why I'm paranoid.

Nearly all of Latin America, from Chile to Mexico, is one long rack of torture. Financed, equipped, and refined by the U.S. government.