Perhaps violence, like pornography, is some kind of an evolutionary standby system, a last-resort device for throwing a wild joker into the game?

My brief stay at the hospital had already convinced me that the medical profession was an open door to anyone nursing a grudge against the human race.

All you do is get on and start pedaling . . .

Surrender to a logic more powerful than reason.

They thrived on the rapid turnover of acquaintances, the lack of involvement with others, and the total self-sufficiency of lives which, needing nothing, were never dissapointed.

Electronic aids, particularly domestic computers, will help the inner migration, the opting out of reality. Reality is no longer going to be the stuff out there, but the stuff inside your head. It's going to be commercial and nasty at the same time.

Yes, sometimes I think that all my writing is nothing more than the compensatory work of a frustrated painter.