Man is an animal whose dreams come true and kill him.

I cannot teach -- if I teach as teaching should be I become so exhausted I nearly die, I seem to have no middle gear.

Anyone who shoots a real gun at you when drunk and angry is simply not husband material, regardless of his taste in literature.

Evil is the voltage of good; the urge to goodness, without the potential of evil, is trivial.

Did you ever look into the personalities of male cooks, Army, logging camp, etc.? They're all supposed to be crazy, incomprehensible, contemptible. And angry. The act of feeding adult males seems to have strange personality effects.

The only way I can possibly heat my so-called mind up to working temperature is to imagine I'm talking to someone I admire.

Man is an animal whose dreams come true and kill him.