There is no order in the world around us, we must adapt ourselves to the requirements of chaos instead.

If you can do a half-assed job of anything, you're a one-eyed man in a kingdom of the blind.

During the Vietnam War, which lasted longer than any war we've ever been in - and which we lost - every respectable artist in this country was against the war. It was like a laser beam. We were all aimed in the same direction. The power of this weapon turns out to be that of a custard pie dropped from a stepladder six feet high.

Who is more to be pitied, a writer bound and gagged by policemen or one living in perfect freedom who has nothing more to say?

For a Russian to be chivalrous with an American is a spiritual impossibility, a conradiction in terms.

Man is vile, and man makes nothing worth making, knows nothing worth knowing.

You realize, of course, that everything I say is horseshit.