Belief? What do I believe in? I believe in sun. In rock. In the dogma of the sun and the doctrine of the rock. I believe in blood, fire, woman, rivers, eagles, storm, drums, flutes, banjos, and broom-tailed horses.

One man alone can be pretty dumb sometimes, but for real bona fide stupidity, there ain't nothing can beat teamwork.

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

Whatever we cannot easily understand we call God; this saves much wear and tear on the brain tissues.

Most of us lead lives of chaotic improvisation from day to day, bawling for peace while plunging grimly into fresh disorders.

Chastity is more a state of mind than of anatomy.

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