A saint is a person who behaves decently in a shockingly indecent society.

Here was what Kilgore Trout cried out to me in my father's voice: "Make me young, make me young, make me young!

There is a strong feeling in the Middle West that the artist is not pulling his own weight no matter how hard he may work, that the other people are doing the real stuff.

I know of very few people who are dreaming of a world for their grandchildren.

He couldn't tell the difference between one politician and another. They were all formlessly enthusiastic chimpanzees to him.

Another flaw in the human character is that everybody wants to build and nobody wants to do maintenance.

What the Gospels actually said was: don't kill anyone until you are absolutely sure they aren't well connected.