In metaphysics, the notion that earth and all that's on it is a mental construct is the product of people who spend their lives inside rooms. It is an indoor philosophy.

I always write with my .357 magnum handy. Why? Well, you never know when God may try to interfere.

Henry James was our master of periphrasis -- the fine art of saying as little as possible in the greatest number of words.

I stand for what I stand on.

Lightning streaks like gunfire through the clouds, volleys of thunder shake the air.

I do not believe in personal immortality; it seems so unnecessary. Show me one man who deserves to live forever.

Somewhere in the depths of solitude, beyond wilderness and freedom, lay the trap of madness.