The New York Times is the worst in that hardly anybody can write English over there. Most of it reads like slight translations from the German.

Love and hate are so confused in your savage minds and the vibrations of the one are so very like those of the other that I can't always distinguish. You see, we neither love nor hate in my world. We simply have hobbies.

I believe it's my pastoral duty to convert friends to atheism.

Whether you have an abortion, what you put in your own body, with whom you have sex - these are not affairs of the state. A government does not exist to control the citizens. When it does, it is a tyranny, and must be fought. The tree of liberty, Jefferson warned us, must be refreshed with the blood of tyrants and patriots.

The family in the West is finished... its origin was economic, not biological... the odd group of strangers that make up every family no longer have any reason to live together, to suffer from one another's jagged edges.

The only absolute attainment is absolute abandonment.

The real writer learns nothing from life. He is more like an oyster or a sponge.