The only authority I respect is the one that causes butterflies to fly south in fall and north in springtime.

The full moon - the mandala of the sky.

You have taught us much. Come with us and join the movement." "This movement of yours, does it have slogans?" inquired the Chink. "Right on!" they cried. And they quoted him some. "Your movement, does it have a flag?" asked the Chink. "You bet!" and they described their emblem. "And does your movement have leaders?" "Great leaders." "Then shove it up your butts," said the Chink. "I have taught you nothing.

I believe in nothing, everything is sacred. I believe in everything, nothing is sacred.

A hamburger is an icon of layered circles, the circle being at once the most spiritual and the most sensual of shapes.

Those people who recognise that imagination is reality's master, we call sages, and those who act upon it, we call artists.

Rules such as "Write what you know," and "Show, don't tell," while doubtlessly grounded in good sense, can be ignored with impunity by any novelist nimble enough to get away with it. There is, in fact, only one rule in writing fiction: Whatever works, works.