George W. Bush has gathered around him upper-crust C-students who know no history or geography.

I love you, Eliza,” I said. She thought about it. “No,” she said at last, “I don’t like it.” “Why not?” I said. “It’s as though you were pointing a gun at my head,” she said. “It’s just a way of getting somebody to say something they probably don’t mean. What else can I say, or anybody say, but, ‘I love you, too’?

It was a thunderingly beautiful experience-voluptuous, sexual, dangerous, and expensive as hell.

People have to talk about something just to keep their voice boxes in working order so they'll have good voice boxes in case there's ever anything really meaningful to say.

There is nothing left of him but curiosity and a pair of eyes.

I was taught that the human brain was the crowning glory of evolution so far, but I think it's a very poor scheme for survival.

I really wonder what gives us the right to wreck this poor planet of ours.