The purpose of love, sex, and marriage is the production and raising of children. But look about you: Most people have no business having children. They are unqualified, either genetically or culturally or both, to reproduce such sorry specimens as themselves. Of all our privileges, the license to breed is the one most grossly abused.

Is it possible to grow wiser without knowing it? One hopes so. We all hope so.

It is true that some of my fiction was based on actual events. But the events took place after the fiction was written.

For women, the sexual act is a means to a higher end. For a man, it is an end in itself.

All serious writers want the obvious rewards: fame, money, women, love -- and most of all, an audience!

Art, science, philosophy, religion -- each offers at best only a crude simplification of actual living experience.

Desert springtime, with flowers popping up all over the place, trees leafing out, streams gushing down from the mountains. Great time of year for hiking, camping, exploring, sleeping under the new moon and the old stars. At dawn and at evening we hear the coyotes howling with excitement—mating season.