The response to my books from my East Coast friends has been wildly various, running the gamut from 'bad' to 'very bad.' (Is there another gamut?)

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.

In art as in life, form and subject, body and soul, are one.

I believe in nothing that I cannot touch, kiss, embrace.... The rest is only hearsay.

The world is full of burled and gnarly knobs on which you can hang a metaphysical system. If you must.

Science transcends mere politics. As recent history demonstrates, scientists are as willing to work for a Tojo, a Hitler, or a Stalin as for the free nations of the West.

Every important change in our society, for the good, at least, has taken place because of popular pressure-pressure from below, from the great mass of people.