We know so very little about this strange planet we live on, this haunted world where all answers lead only to more mystery.

My sole literary ambition is to write one good novel, then retire to my hut in the desert, assume the lotus position, compose my mind and senses, and sink into meditation, contemplating my novel.

The feminist notion that the whole of human history has been nothing but a vast intricate conspiracy by men to enslave their wives, mothers, daughters, and sisters presents us with an intellectual neurosis for which we do not yet have a name.

The more fantastic an ideology or theology, the more fanatic its adherents.

To be alive is to take risks; to be always safe and secure is death.

Home is where, when you have to go there, you probably shouldn't.

Why is it that the destruction of something created by humans is called vandalism, yet the destruction of something created by God is called development?