I was a student in the Department of Anthropology. At that time, they were teaching that there was absolutely no difference between anybody. They may be teaching that still.

Laughter or crying is what a human being does when there's nothing else he can do.

Being a Humanist means trying to behave decently without expectation of rewards or punishment after you are dead.

He did not think of himself as a writer for the simple reason that the world had never allowed him to think of himself in this way.

Where is home? I've wondered where home is, and I realized, it's not Mars or someplace like that, it's Indianapolis when I was nine years old. I had a brother and a sister, a cat and a dog, and a mother and a father and uncles and aunts. And there's no way I can get there again.

Cigarettes are a classy way to commit suiside.

This person has just arrived on this planet, knows nothing about it, has no standards by which to judge it. This person does not care what it becomes. It is eager to become absolutely anything it is supposed to be.