People who are wary of what they might find in a book if they opened one are right to be.

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.

I still catch myself feeling sad about things that don’t matter anymore.

And what is literature, Rabo," he said, "but an insider's newsletter about affairs relating to molecules, of no importance to anything in the universe but a few molecules who have the disease called 'thought'.

Where's evil? It's that large part of every man that wants to hate without limit, that wants to hate with God on its side.

Puny man can do nothing at all to help or please God Almighty, and Luck is not the hand of God.

I want to stand as close to the edge as I can without going over. Out on the edge you see all the kinds of things you can't see from the center.