Nowadays, of course, just about our only solvent industry is the merchandising of death, bankrolled by our grandchildren.

I want you to adore the Universe, to be easily delighted, but to be prompt as well with impatience with those artists who offend your own deep notions of what the Universe is or should be. ‘This above all ...’

We're not too young for love, just too young for about everything there is that goes with love.

I say the same thing about the death of James Wait. "Oh, well -- he wasn't going to write the Beethoven's Ninth Symphony anyway.

I think William Shakespeare was the wisest human being I ever heard of. To be perfectly frank, though, that's not saying much.

It is just an illusion here on Earth that one moment follows another one, like beads on a string, and that once a moment is gone, it is gone forever.

I am of course a skeptic about the divinity of Christ and a scorner of the notion that there is a God who cares how we are or what we do.