You don't have to be a genius to recognize one. If you did, Einstein would never have gotten invited to the White House.

This is the room where Jezebel frescoed her eyelids with history's tragic glitter

I never outline. I don't work from an outline. I have no idea where the book is going. I mean, even two-thirds of the way through, I don't know how it's going to end.

Deep down, all of us are probably aware that some kind of mystical evolution is our true task. Yet we suppress the notion with considerable force because to admit it is to admit that most of our political gyrations, religious dogmas, social ambitions, and financial ploys are not merely counter-productive but trivial.

If you want to make a name for yourself, the oldest trick in the book is to attack what everybody else reveres.

Self-esteem is for sissies. Accept that you're a pimple and try to keep a lively sense of humor about it. That way lies grace - and maybe even glory.

There are essential and inessential insanities. The later are solar in character, the former are linked to the moon.