Thinking doesn't seem to help very much. The human brain is too high-powered to have many practical uses in this particular universe.

I'm an old guy, and I was protesting during the Vietnam War. We killed fifty Asians for every loyal American. Every artist worth a damn in this country was terribly opposed to that war, finally, when it became evident what a fiasco and meaningless butchery it was. We formed sort of a laser beam of protest. Every painter, every writer, every stand-up comedian, every composer, every novelist, every poet aimed in the same direction. Afterwards, the power of this incredible new weapon dissipated.

Why throw money at problems? That is what money is for. Should the nation's wealth be redistributed? It has been and continues to be redistributed to a few people in a manner strikingly unhelpful.

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.

People should practice an art in order to make their souls grow and not to make money or become famous. Paint a picture. Write.

My definition of a man's man is a man who knows gun safety, and we all did.

The gun made a ripping sound like the opening of a zipper on the fly of God Almighty.