We're a terribly lonesome society. For all I know, all societies are. You can make a few new friends, that's all. You can't change history. History is happening to us now.

You know who was a hero? Franklin Roosevelt.

Seems like the only kind of job an American can get these days is committing suicide in some way.

What you can become is the miracle you were born to be through the work that you do.

[I write] intuitively, reflexively, as if skiing down a steep mountain slope with no time to think.

Human beings will be happier - not when they cure cancer or get to Mars or eliminate racial prejudice or flush Lake Erie but when they find ways to inhabit primitive communities again. That's my utopia.

I wanted all things to seem to make some sense, So we could all be happy, yes, instead of tense. And I made up lies, so they all fit nice, and I made this sad world a paradise