Any fool can write a novel but it takes real genius to sell it.

After being bombarded endlessly by road-safety propaganda it was almost a relief to find myself in an actual accident.

An arts degree is like a diploma in origami. And about as much use.

The endless newsreel clips of nuclear explosions that we saw on TV in the 1960s (were) a powerful incitement to the psychotic imagination, sanctioning *everything*.

I felt the pressure of imagination against the doors of my mind was so great that they were going to burst.

I find wholly baffling the widespread belief today that the dropping of the Hiroshima and Nagasaki bombs was an immoral act, even possibly a war crime to rank with Nazi genocide.

The twentieth century ended with its dreams in ruins. The notion of the community as a voluntary association of enlightened citizens has died forever. We realize how suffocatingly humane we've become, dedicated to moderation and the middle way. The suburbanization of the soul has overrun our planet like the plague.