To the heavens on the wings of a pig.

I have thought that men and women should never come together except in bed. There is the only place where their natural hatred of each other is not so apparent.

Father and son are natural enemies and each is happier and more secure in keeping it that way.

Men don't get knocked out, or I mean they can fight back against big things. What kills them is erosion; they get nudged into failure. They get slowly scared.[...]It's slow. It rots out your guts.

There are two kinds of people in the world, observers and non-observers.

No one who is young is ever going to be old.

When a condition or a problem becomes too great, humans have the protection of not thinking about it. But it goes inward and minces up with a lot of other things already there and what comes out is discontent and uneasiness, guilt and a compulsion to get something--anything--before it is all gone.