Sometimes I wonder about the Creator of the Universe.

George Bush and his gang imagine they are being political geniuses.

It seems to me that the most universal revolutionary wish now or ever is a wish for heaven, a wish by a human being to be honored by angels for something other than beauty or usefulness.

There is no beginning, no middle, no end, no suspense, no moral, no causes, no effects. What we love in our books are the depths of many marvelous moments seen all at one time.

So many people think that practicing an art is a good way to make a living. Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven's sake. I'm talking about singing in the shower, I'm talking about dancing to the radio, I'm talking about writing a poem to a friend.

Anyone unable to understand how useful religion can be founded on lies will not understand this book either.

It goes against the American storytelling grain to have someone in a situation he can't get out of, but I think this is very usual in life.