Everybody lies about sex.

Who is more real? Homer or Ulysses? Shakespeare or Hamlet? Burroughs or Tarzan?

All my enemies are self-appointed.

The nice thing about citing god as an authority is that you can prove anything you set out to prove.

Around the time of the Terran Caesar Augustus, a Martian artist had been composing a work of art. It could have been called a poem, a musical opus, or a philosophical treatise; it was a series of emotions arranged in tragic, logical necessity. Since it could be experienced by a human only in the sense in which a man blind from birth might have a sunset explained to him, it does not matter which category it be assigned.

It's up to the artist to use language that can be understood, not hide it in some private code. Most of these jokers don't even want to use language you and I know or can learn . . . they would rather sneer at us and be smug, because we 'fail' to see what they are driving at. If indeed they are driving at anything--obscurity is usually the refuge of incompetence.

You can sway a thousand men by appealing to their prejudices quicker than you can convince one man by logic.