America is not a young land: it is old and dirty and evil before the settlers, before the Indians. The evil is there waiting.

Bizarre and engrossingly disturbing, Naked Lunch, finds truth in madness.

I know that Nature designs that this whole continent, not merely these thirty-six states, shall be, sooner or later, within the magic circle of the American union.

My characters are quite as real to me as so-called real people; which is one reason why I'm not subject to what is known as loneliness. I have plenty of company.

Life is a vacation from two eternities, who wants to waste those precious years worrying about what happens when you get back to forever?

If you build a good name, eventually, that name will be its own currency.

Evidence indicates that cats were first tamed in Egypt. The Egyptians stored grain, which attracted rodents, which attracted cats. (No evidence that such a thing happened with the Mayans, though a number of wild cats are native to the area.) I don't think this is accurate. It is certainly not the whole story. Cats didn't start as mousers. Weasels and snakes and dogs are more efficient as rodent-control agents. I postulate that cats started as psychic companions, as Familiars, and have never deviated from this function.