Only the half-mad are wholly alive.

Death is every man's final critic. To die well you must live bravely.

Of course I litter the public highway. Every chance I get. After all, it's not the beer cans that are ugly; it's the highway that is ugly.

The longest journey begins with a single step, not with a turn of the ignition key.

To die alone, on rock under sun at the brink of the unknown, like a wolf, like a great bird, seems to me very good fortune indeed.

Too many American authors have a servile streak where their backbone should be. Where's our latest Nobel laureate? More than likely you'll find him in the Rose Garden kissing the First Lady's foot.

Money confers the power to command the labor of others. Love of money is love of power. And love of power is the root of evil.