I suppress in my prose any language which calls attention to itself.

Chance was to work in the garden, where he would care for plants and grasses and trees which grew there peacefully. He would be as one on them: quiet, open hearted in the sunshine and heavy when it rained.

My choice of a life of adventure may well have been a result of the fact that action raised my blood pressure giving me enough energy to live.

People say, "Well, you went on television, it enlarged your readership." It did not at all, not at all. I might as well tell you, I lost some readership, because the profound audience felt somehow bothered by my too easy manner.

It seems that what I really want is a drug that will increase my consciousness of others, not myself.

I look back into past history, the stored experiences or products of the imagination. I look no further forward than the evening.

It is not sex by itself that interests me, but its particular role in American consciousness, and in my own life.