You never know when the devil might come calling.

Without a function, we cease to be. So, I will write till I die.

We're under some gross misconception that we're a good species, going somewhere important, and that at the last minute we'll correct our errors and God will smile on us. It's delusion.

The wolf never kills for fun, which is probably one of the main differences distinguishing him from man.

It is in our nature to travel into our past, hoping thereby to illuminate the darkness that bedevils the present.

Mutt enjoyed traveling by car, but he was an unquiet passenger. He suffered from the delusion, common to dogs and small boys, that when he was looking out the right-hand side, he was probably missing something far more interesting on the left-hand side.

I write better in Cape Breton... too many people around in Ontario. Down there I meet all sorts of non-human people, but they don't bother me, and I don't feel I have to apologize on behalf of my species quite so often.