Fish cannot carry guns.

The wisest people are the clowns, like Harpo Marx, who would not speak. If I could have anything I want I would like God to listen to what Harpo was not saying, and understand why Harpo would not talk.

That is the artist's job: take mineral rock from dark silent earth, transform it into shining light-reflecting form from sky.

Madness has its own dynamism. It just goes on.

The problem with introspection is that it has no end.

Writing is a lonely way of life. You shut yourself up in your study and work and work.

It really seems to me that in the midst of great tragedy, there is always the horrible possibility that something terribly funny will happen.