What is truth? I don't know and I'm sorry I brought it up.

Let us praise the noble turkey vulture: No one envies him; he harms nobody; and he contemplates our little world from a most serene and noble height.

Recorded history is largely an account of the crimes and disasters committed by banal little men at the levers of imperial machines.

The author: an imaginary person who writes real books.

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.

My notion of a great novel is something like a five-hundred-page shaggy-dog story, with only the punch line omitted.

The basic science is not physics or mathematics but biology -- the study of life. We must learn to think both logically and bio-logically.