If he wants to be an asshole, it's a free country. Millions before him have made the same life choice.

Our problem right now is that we're so specialized that if the lights go out, there are a huge number of people who are not going to know what to do. But within every dystopia there's a little utopia.

I hope that people will finally come to realize that there is only one 'race' - the human race - and that we are all members of it.

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.

Show me a character totally without anxieties and I will show you a boring book.

It wasn't so easy though, ending the war. A war is a huge fire; the ashes from it drift far, and settle slowly.

Though as he'd say, what is 'belief' but a willingness to suspend the negatives?