In my childhood I led the life of a sage, when I grew up I started climbing trees

Unless one is inordinately fond of subordination, one is always at war.

You go to someone and you think, 'I'll tell him this.' But why? The impulse is that the telling is going to relieve you. And that's why you feel awful later--you've relieved yourself, and if it truly is tragic and awful, it's not better, it's worse---the exhibitionism inherent to a confession has only made the misery worse.

For a pure sense of being tumultuously alive, you can't beat the nasty side of existence.

A writer has to be driven crazy to help him to see. A writer needs his poisons.

There's something every woman wants, and that's a man to blame.

When the whole world doesn't believe in God, it'll be a great place.