I'm a strange person. Sometimes I hardly know what I'm going to do or say next. Sometimes I seem a stranger to myself. Sometimes what I do surprises me and I can't understand why I do it.

Guilt -- if there was any guilt -- spread out and diffused itself over everybody and everything. . . . Perhaps at some point in time, at some spot in the world, a moment of responsibility existed.

Every time I see a picture of Stalin I look him square in the eye and I say: You're a meat eater, Joseph.

It is futile to try to make the universe add up. But I guess we must go on anyhow.

When he turned on the tape-transport once more, Arctor was saying, "-- as near as I can figure out, God is dead." Luckman answered, "I didn't know He was sick.

If I'd known it was harmless, I'd have killed it myself!

I think great art should play a part in the ordinary man's life, don't you? It can make his existence so much richer and more meaningful.