When you see the ugliness behind the tears of another person, it makes you take a closer look at your own.

I am wary of the whole dreary deadening structured mess that we have built into such a glittering top-heavy structure that there is nothing left to see but the glitter, and the brute routines of maintaining it.

Now each one of us, black or white, is a symbol. The war is out in the open and the skin color is a uniform. All the deep and basic similarities of the human condition are forgotten so that we can exaggerate the few differences that exist.

If you would be thrilled by watching the galloping advance of a major glacier, you'd be ecstatic watching changes in publishing.

In the morning I'm often anti-semantic.

The only thing that prisons demonstrably cure is heterosexuality.

All thinking is done with the glands. Logic is added later to tidy things up.