Also, I think that, you know, it's tribal behavior. I don't think that Pat Robertson, for instance, doubts that we evolved. He is simply representing a tribe.

I really wonder what gives us the right to wreck this poor planet of ours.

The time would not pass. Somebody was playing with the clocks, and not only the electronic clocks but the wind-up kind too. The second hand on my watch would twitch once, and a year would pass, and then it would twitch again. There was nothing I could do about it. As an Earthling I had to believe whatever clocks said -and calendars.

The biggest laughs are based on the biggest disappointments and the biggest fears.

I had taught myself that a human being might as well look for diamond tiaras in the gutter as for rewards and punishments that were fair.

People hate it when they're tickled because laughter is not pleasant, if it goes on too long. I think it's a desperate sort of convulsion in desperate circumstances, which helps a little.

A saint is a person who behaves decently in a shockingly indecent society.