There is nothing like death to say what is always such an artificial thing to say: The End.

... humanity deserved to die horribly, since it had behaved so cruelly and wastefully on a planet so sweet.

Say what you will about the sweet miracle of unquestioning faith, I consider a capacity for it terrifying and absolutely vile.

What we will be seeking... for the rest of our lives will be large, stable communities of like-minded people, which is to say relatives. They no longer exist. The lack of them is not only the main cause, but probably the only cause of our shapeless discontent in the midst of such prosperity.

You develop a style from writing a lot.

I couldn't help wondering if that was what God put me on Earth for--to find out how much a man could take without breaking.

I have this disease late at night sometimes, involving alcohol and the telephone.