As Mark Twain said, 'I love Wagner -- if only they'd cut out all that damned singing!'

I always wanted to be a cowboy. But alas! I was burdened early with certain inescapable obligations to world literature.

Anarchism is founded on the observation that since few men are wise enough to rule themselves, even fewer are wise enough to rule others.

Paradise is the here and now, the actual, tangible, dogmatically real Earth on which we stand. Yes, God bless America, the Earth upon which we stand.

In the modern world, all literary art is necessarily political -- especially that which pretends not to be.

Women: We cannot love them all. But we must try.

Men come and go, cities rise and fall, whole civilizations appear and disappear-the earth remains, slightly modified. The earth remains, and the heartbreaking beauty where there are no hearts to break....I sometimes choose to think, no doubt perversely, that man is a dream, thought an illusion, and only rock is real. Rock and sun.