Truth can be really powerful stuff if you're not expecting it.

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.

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

What antidote can there be for an idea that popular and poisonous? Revenge provides revenge, which is sure to provide revenge, forming an endless chain of human misery. Here's the antidote: Forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us. Amen.

Wake up, you idiots! Whatever made you think that money was so valuable?

You can't fight progress. The best you can do is ignore it, until it finally takes your livelihood and self-respect away.

This is what i find most encouraging about the writing trades: they allow mediocre people who are patient and industrious to revise their stupidity, to edit themselves into something like intelligence. They also allow lunatics to seem saner than sane.