Eat, drink, and be merry for tomorrow we die.

. . . but the Universe is an awfully big place. There is room enough for an awful lot of people to be right about things and still not agree.

Children get smashed for hours on some strictly limited aspect of the Great Big Everything, the Universe, such as water or snow or mud or colors or rocks.

You can't just eat good food. You've got to talk about it too.

It seems to me that the most universal revolutionary wish now or ever is a wish for heaven, a wish by a human being to be honored by angels for something other than beauty or usefulness.

I believe that reading and writing are the most nourishing forms of meditation anyone has so far found. By reading the writings of the most interesting minds in history, we meditate with our own minds and theirs as well. This to me is a miracle.

If you're so smart, why aren't you rich?