Everybody acts as if they have free will. They act as if they can make these decisions; do they know they don't? I think there's been some back-down on the idea that everything is determined.

The story as told in The Odyssey doesn't hold water. There are too many inconsistencies.

Don't let the bastards grind you down.

Every novel is-at the beginning-the same opening of a door onto a completely unknown space.

You can't keep a cool head when you're drowning in love. You just trash around a lot and scream, and wear yourself out.

To live in prison is to live without mirrors. To live without mirrors is to live without the self.

Anything that suffers and dies instead of us is Christ; if they didn't kill birds and fish they would have killed us. The animals die that we may live, they are substitute people, hunters in the fall killing the deer, that is Christ also. And we eat them, out of cans or otherwise; we are eaters of death, dead Christ-flesh resurrecting inside us, granting us life. Canned Spam, canned Jesus, even the plants must be Christ.