In the water I am beautiful.

My father said, ‘When in doubt, castle.’

A lover's a liar, To himself he lies, The truthful are loveless, Like oysters their eyes!

It's only recently that I've come to understand that writers are not marginal to our society, that they, in fact, do all our thinking for us, that we are writing myths and our myths are believed, and that old myths are believed until someone writes a new one.

If it weren't for the message of mercy and pity in Jesus' Sermon on the Mount, I wouldn't want to be a human being. I would just as soon be a rattlesnake.

Also, I think that, you know, it's tribal behavior. I don't think that Pat Robertson, for instance, doubts that we evolved. He is simply representing a tribe.

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