We approach the divine by enlarging our souls and lighting up our brains.

If by the quarter of the twentieth century godliness wasn’t next to something more interesting than cleanliness, it might be time to reevaluate our notions of godliness.

When a man confines an animal in a cage, he assumes ownership of that animal. But an animal is an individual; it cannot be owned. When a man tries to own an individual, whether that individual be another man, an animal or even a tree, he suffers the psychic consequences of an unnatural act.

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

In the end, perhaps we should simply imagine a joke; a long joke that's continually retold in an accent too thick and strange to ever be completely understood. Life is that joke my friends. The soul is the punch line.

Kissing is man's greatest invention. All animals copulate, but only humans kiss.

I like to think of myself as a fiction writer who liked art enough to write about it for a while, and then went on to his fiction.