She broke my heart. I didn't like that much. But that was the price. In this world, you get what you pay for.

Luck is not the hand of God.... Luck is the way the wind swirls and the dust settles eons after God has passed by.

If you would be unloved and forgotten, be reasonable.

Everything about life is a joke. Don't you know that?

Sometimes I think it is a great mistake to have matter that can think and feel. It complains so. By the same token, though, I suppose that boulders and mountains and moons could be accused of being a little too phlegmatic.

I am the victim of a fortunate series of accidents.

But by accident, not by cunning calculation, books, because of their weight and texture, and because of their sweetly token resistance to manipulation, involve our hands and eyes, and then our minds and souls, in a spiritual adventure I would be very sorry for my grandchildren not to know about.