There are places in my heart...where no living soul...has...or can ever...trespass.

I'll tell you what I really think about politicians. The other night I watched some politicians on television talking about Vietnam. I wanted very much to burst through the screen with a flame thrower and burn their eyes out and their balls off and then inquire from them how they would assess the action from a political point of view.

One way of looking at speech is to say it is a constant stratagem to cover nakedness.

The past is what you remember, imagine you remember, convince yourself you remember, or pretend you remember.

Nothing is more sterile or lamentable than the man content to live within himself.

I found the offer of a knighthood something that I couldn't possibly accept. I found it to be somehow squalid, a knighthood. There's a relationship to government about knights.

Don't forget the earth's about five thousand million years old, at least. Who can afford to live in the past?