I don't think about what I do. I do it. That's Buddhism. I jump off the cliff and build my wings on the way down.

I don’t write things to benefit the world. If it happens that they do, swell. I didn’t set out to do that. I set out to have a hell of a lot of fun.

I shall remain on Mars and read a book.

Digression is the soul of wit. Take the philosophic asides away from Dante, Milton or Hamlet's father's ghost and what stays is dry bones.

We need our Arts to teach us how to breathe

It was a pleasure to burn.

We are an impossibility in an impossible universe.