When a day passes, it is no longer there. What remains of it? Nothing more than a story. If stories weren't told or books weren't written, man would live like the beasts, only for the day.

I did not become a vegetarian for my health, I did it for the health of the chickens.

In the half darkness I winked to my other self, my mad dictator, and congratulated him on his droll victory. I closed my eyes and felt the warmth flowing from Shosha's head to my face. What did I have to lose? Nothing more than what everyone loses anyway.

There is no death. How can there be death if everything is part of the Godhead? The soul never dies and the body is never really alive.

But if we have people who have the power to tell a story, there will always be readers.

A story to me means a plot where there is some surprise... Because this is how life is full of surprises.

The New England conscience doesn't keep you from doing what you shouldn't - it just keeps you from enjoying it.