I am not a person and I am not an animal. There is something I am here for something I must do before I can go.

what a horrible loutish planet this is. the dominant species consists of sadistic morons, faces bearing the hideous lineaments of spiritual famine swollen with stupid hate. hopeless rubbish.

You can't fake quality any more than you can fake a good meal.

There is nothing more provocative than minding your own business.

Writers, like elephants, have long, vicious memories. There are things I wish I could forget.

Society is cancerous and bureaucracy is its cancer.

Any belief in Creators or Purpose is wishful thinking. And when you point out that perhaps ALL thinking is wishful, reactions of intense irritation give evidence that we are not dealing with logic but with faith.