Great sex is apocalyptic. There is no such thing as great sex unless you have an apocalyptic moment.

I did like Robert Vavra's book not only for its so very good photographs but for the text as well. He's no ordinary fellow, obviously.

With the pride of the artist, you must blow against the walls of every power that exists the small trumpet of your defiance.

Each day a few more lies eat into the seed with which we are born, little institutional lies from the print of newspapers, the shock waves of television, and the sentimental cheats of the movie screen.

Patterned after an Italian Renaissance palace, it is 88 times as large and one millionth as valuable to the continuation of man. that Pentagon of traveling salesmen.

Boredom slays more of existence than war.

The private terror of the liberal spirit is invariably suicide, not murder.