Freedom begins between the ears.

Great art is never perfect; perfect art is never great.

It is an author's most solemn obligation to honor truth. If the free and independent writer does not speak truth to power, who will?

Phoenix, Arizona: an oasis of ugliness in the midst of a beautiful wasteland.

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.

Proust again: One can only wish that a man with such powers of total recall had led a less tedious life, moved among somewhat livelier circles.

Fence straddlers have no balls. In compensation, however, they enjoy a comfortable seat and can retreat swiftly, when danger threatens, to either side of the fence. There is something to be said for every position.