We could have saved the earth, but we were too damned cheap.

Electronic communities build nothing. You wind up with nothing. We are dancing animals. How beautiful it is to get up and go out and do something. We are here on Earth to fart around. Don't let anybody tell you any different.

I keep losing and regaining my equilibrium, which is the basic plot of all popular fiction. And I myself am a work of fiction.

Perhaps I am the turtle, able to live simply anywhere, even underwater for short periods, with my home on my back.

Shrapnel was invented by an Englishman of the same name. Don't you wish you could have something named after you?

What do men want? They want a lot of pals, and they wish that people wouldn't get so mad at them.

I think that novels that leave out technology misrepresent life as badly as Victorians misrepresented life by leaving out sex.