I found myself wishing that we could live like the birds and move through nature without hurting it our ourselves.

We're all in the game. We all drive cars, and we're all hooked on oil. The question is how we can get unhooked before we drown in the stuff.

The delicate sensitivity of a frightened rattlesnake.

I used to think the world was divided into good people and bad people, that you could pin responsibility for evil on certain definite people and punish the guilty. I’m still going through the motions.

I like a little danger. Tame danger, controlled by me. It gives me a sense of power, I guess, to take my life in my hands and know damn well I’m not going to lose it.

Hell lies at the bottom of the human heart.

There are certain families whose members should all live in different towns - different states, if possible - and write each other letters once a year.