I'm a fastidious sort of fellow, fond of watermelon and buckbrush nuts.

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

Is there a God? Who knows? Is there an angry unicorn on the dark side of the moon?

Tofu and futons. The adepts of Orientalism seem to spend most of their lives reclining. They can't quite summon the energy to crawl up onto a chair. Even their Yogic exercises are carried out in a prone or sitting position.

If we had the power of ten Shakespeares or a dozen Mozarts, we could not produce anything half so marvelous as one ordinary human child.

It is not death or dying that is tragic, but rather to have existed without fully participating in life- that is the deepest personal tragedy.

Salome had but seven veils; the artist has a thousand.