It was a very stupid thing to do, I'll admit, but I hardly didn't even know I was doing it.

Who in the Bible besides Jesus knew--knew--that we're carrying the Kingdom of Heaven around with us, inside, where we're all too goddam stupid and sentimental and unimaginative to look?

In my mind, I'm probably the biggest sex maniac you ever saw.

You don't have to think too hard when you talk to teachers.

Boy, when you're dead, they really fix you up. I hope to hell when I do die somebody has sense enough to just dump me in the river or something. Anything except sticking me in a goddam cemetery. People coming and putting a bunch of flowers on your stomach on Sunday, and all that crap. Who wants flowers when you're dead?

The fact is always obvious much too late, but the most singular difference between happiness and joy is that happiness is a solid and joy a liquid.

Just go to bed, now. Quickly. Quickly and slowly.