I am simply impressed by the unexpected insights which shower down on me when my job is to imagine, as contrasted with the woodenly familiar ideas which clutter my desk when my job is to tell the truth.

We'd all do well to start over again, preferably with kindergarten.

Montana was naked, and so was Billy, of course. He had a tremendous wang, incidentally. You never know who'll get one.

I don't know what anybody else in the world would want to thank America for, but man, it [jazz] works. What I like about it - and what public health people ought to like about it - it's safe sex.

The proper ending for any story about people it seems to me, since life is now a polymer in which the Earth is wrapped so tightly, should be the same abbreviation, which I now write large because I feel like it, which is this one: ETC.

Perhaps I am the turtle, able to live simply anywhere, even underwater for short periods, with my home on my back.

My God, the religious right will not acknowledge what a merciful person Jesus was.