Hardly a pure science, history is closer to animal husbandry than it is to mathematics in that it involves selective breeding. The principal difference between the husbandryman and the historian is that the former breeds sheep or cows or such and the latter breeds (assumed) facts. The husbandryman uses his skills to enrich the future, the historian uses his to enrich the past. Both are usually up to their ankles in bullshit.

The function of the artist is to provide what life does not.

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

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

Eighty percent of love is smell.

Throughout most of our history, nothing - not flood, famine, plague, or new weapons - has endangered humanity one-tenth as much as the narcissistic ego, with its self-aggrandizing presumptions and its hell-hound spawn of fear and greed.

The first time that she spread her legs for him it had been like opening her jaws for the dentist.