After the bare requisites to living and reproducing, man wants most to leave some record of himself, a proof, perhaps, that he has really existed. He leaves his proof on wood, on stone or on the lives of other people. This deep desire exists in everyone, from the boy who writes dirty words in a public toilet to the Buddha who etches his image in the race mind. Life is so unreal. I think that we seriously doubt that we exist and go about trying to prove that we do.

The proofs that God does not exist are very strong, but in lots of people they are not as strong as the feeling that He does.

There's nothing in the world like that first taste of beer.

My own journey started long before I left, and was over before I returned.

My wants are simple. I have no desire to latch onto a monster symbol of fate and power and prove my manhood in titanic piscine war. But sometimes I do like a couple of cooperative fish of frying size.

Unless a reviewer has the courage to give you unqualified praise, I say ignore the bastard.

..it's awful not to be loved. It's the worst thing in the world...It makes you mean, and violent, and cruel.