Men love their ideas more than their lives. And the more preposterous the idea, the more eager they are to die for it. And to kill for it.

We need the possibility of escape as surely as we need hope.

I am hopeful, though not full of hope, and the only reason I don't believe in happy endings is because I don't believe in endings.

There is a wine called Easy Days and Mellow Nights, well-known on the outskirts of the Navajo reservation. It is an economical wine, fortified with the best of intentions, and I recommend it to every serious wino.

I find more and more, as I grow older, that I prefer women to men, children to adults, animals to humans.... And rocks to living things? No, I'm not that old yet.

If the world is irrational, we can never know it -- either it or its irrationality.

The axiom of conditioned repetition, like the binomial theorem, is nothing but a piece of insolence.