My own feeling is that if adultery is wickedness then so is food. Both make me feel so much better afterward.

Do you realize that all great literature is all about what a bummer it is to be a human being? Isn't it such a relief to have somebody say that?

Here's what I think the truth is: We are all addicts of fossil fuels in a state of denial, about to face cold turkey.

There is no shortage of wonderful writers. What we lack is a dependable mass of readers.

There are lots of things worth doing that are no way to make a living. They are agreeable ways to make a more agreeable life.

Where's evil? It's that large part of every man that wants to hate without limit, that wants to hate with God on its side.

What's the point of being alive," she said, "if you're not going to communicate?