In a happy marriage there is a continuous dense magnetic sense of communication.

Language is a machine for making falsehoods.

As we live our precarious lives on the brink of the void, constantly coming closer to a state of nonbeing, we are all too often aware of our fragitlity.

One should go easy on smashing other people's lies. Better to concentrate on one's own.

Not to have been born is undoubtedly best, but sound sleep is second best.

... half the world starves. What a planet. And the eating, if you're lucky enough to do any. Stuffing pieces of dead animals into a hole in your face. Then munch, munch, munch. If there's anybody watching, they must be dying of laughter.

Literature could be said to be a sort of disciplined technique for arousing certain emotions.