To hell with facts! We need stories.

There's something about taking a plow and breaking new ground. It gives you energy.

Like a cartoon world, where the figures are flat and outlined in black, jerking through some kind of goofy story that might be real funny if it weren't for the cartoon figures being real guys.

The job of the writer is to kiss no ass, no matter how big and holy and white and tempting and powerful.

It is bad to suppress laughter. It goes back down to your hips. Man, when you lose your laugh you lose your footing.

I don't think you fully understand the public, my friend; in this country, when something is out of order, then the quickest way to get it fixed is the best way.

For there is always a sanctuary more, a door that can never be forced, a last inviolable stronghold that can never be taken, whatever the attack; your vote can be taken, you name, you innards, or even your life, but that last stonghold can only be surrendered. And to surrender it for any reason other than love is to surrender love.