As always, I wonder if I'll get through the winter. Then when winter is over, I wonder about the summer. But that's because the system decided which author shall be commercially successful. As I said, the most vicious of them all is The New York Times, because it pretends to be literary and impartial, and it's really this opinionated, myopic, stupid giant of incompetence.

No one looks at a television, and no one hears it. It's a poison.

I don't think it's like eastern mysticism, which leaves the person whole. It's really another form of cancer, television.

Publishers seem to be in an alcoholic haze most of the time. Well, the publishers have no idea what a writer is.

Margaret Meade is always running around saying that marijuana's just like bread and water! Well, bread and water are poison, and marijuana's a poison. Now, if you like poison, why shouldn't you have it? But don't try to pretend that it's innocuous.

Television masturbates its audience even though the audience is not really watching. It masturbates orifices the audience doesn't have. It sticks holes in the viewer and masturbates in those holes. Then it finally gets into the brain and masturbates there, too.

There are no manners left in America at all, because all you're doing is kicking the person next to you so that you can consume more, see more, and get more.