I had a quick grasp of the secret to sanity, it had become the ability to hold the maximum of impossible combinations in one's mind.

The night before I left Las Vegas I walked out in the desert to look at the moon. There was a jeweled city on the horizon, spires rising in the night, but the jewels were diadems of electric and the spires were the neon of signs ten stories high.

Because there is very little honor left in American life, there is a certain built-in tendency to destroy masculinity in American men.

You have the right to speak your mind.

There's that popular misconception of man as something between a brute and an angel. Actually man is in transit between brute and God.

There's nothing glorious about being a professional. . . . Professionalism probably comes down to being able to work on a bad day.

Love asks us that we be a little braver than is comfortable, a little more generous, a little more flexible. It means living on the edge more than we care to.