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.

The waitress brought me another drink. She wanted to light my hurricane lamp again. I wouldn't let her. "Can you see anything in the dark, with your sunglasses on?" she asked me. "The big show is inside my head," I said.

Human beings will be happier - not when they cure cancer or get to Mars or eliminate racial prejudice or flush Lake Erie but when they find ways to inhabit primitive communities again. That's my utopia.

I wish we had all been born birds instead.

Being an American means never having to say you're sorry.

There is no order in the world around us, we must adapt ourselves to the requirements of chaos instead.

The world is full of people who are very clever at seeming much smarter than they really are.