You cannot friend a hawk, they said, unless you are a hawk yourself, alone and only a sojourner in the land, without friends or the need of them.

You pay for what you get, you own what you pay for... and sooner or later whatever you own comes back home to you.

Time slowed and reality bent; on and on the eggman went.

Animals don't know as much about jealousy as people, but they're not ignorant of it, either.

I don't like the idea that I am going to come back as an ant or a sparrow if I don't get along in the great karma of life.

In the end we are all caught in devices of our own making. I believe that. In the end we are all caught.

So okay - there you are in your room with the shade down and the door shut and the plug pulled out of the base of the telephone. You've blown up your TV and committed yourself to a thousand words a day, come hell or high water. Now comes the big question: What are you going to write about? And the equally big answer: Anything you damn well want.