I would have been dead if it weren't for that great gift to civilization from the Chemistry Department of Harvard, which was napalm, or sticky jellied gasoline.

love is a hawk with velvet claws love is a rock with heart and veins love is a lion with satin jaws love is a storm with silken reins

And what is literature, Rabo," he said, "but an insider's newsletter about affairs relating to molecules, of no importance to anything in the universe but a few molecules who have the disease called 'thought'.

Nobody will stop you from creating. Do it tonight. Do it tomorrow. That is the way to make your soul grow.

As stupid and vicious as men are, this is a lovely day.

If what Jesus said was good, what can it matter whether he was God or not?

All was forgiven. All living things were brothers, and all dead things were even more so.