There are only two mantras, yum and yuck, mine is yum.

Minds were made for blowing.

There are many things worth living for, a few things worth dying for, and nothing worth killing for.

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.

A child's mind is its living room; it's is going to be residing there for the rest of its earthly existence.

You wonder if God doesn't have an answering machine to screen out the prayers of the venal and the boring? And in which category has he placed you?

Teachers who offer you the ultimate answers do not possess the ultimate answers, for if they did, they would know that the ultimate answers cannot be given, they can only be received.