Everything I've stated may prove to be total poppycock.... Perhaps time will tell. Perhaps time will do nothing of the kind.

I like the construction of sentences and the juxtaposition of words-not just how they sound or what they mean, but even what they look like.

I think more than writers, the major influences on me have been European movies, jazz, and Abstract Expressionism.

We seem to believe it is possible to ward off death by following rules of good grooming.

As technology advances in complexity and scope, fear becomes more primitive.

No sense of the irony of human experience, that we are the highest form of life on earth, and yet ineffably sad because we know what no other animal knows, that we must die.

I've come to think of Europe as a hardcover book, America as the paperback version.

I don’t want your candor. I want your soul in a silver thimble.

What we are reluctant to touch often seems the very fabric of our salvation.

California deserves whatever it gets. Californians invented the concept of life-style. This alone warrants their doom.

A writer takes earnest measures to secure his solitude and then finds endless ways to squander it.

Nothingness cannot be defined; the softest thing cannot be snapped.

A fellow and his business should be bosom friends in the office and sworn enemies out of it.

Poetry, being elegance itself, cannot hope to achieve visibility... It insists on living its own life.

People will clap to be nice. They will not laugh to be nice.

One day I saw with the eyes of my eternity in bliss and without effort, a stone. It tasted sweet, like heavenly herbs.

The ability of the theist to misunderstand a thing is directly proportional to the obviousness of the thing.

The only way I can stop people from stealing is also not to steal myself, and it's one of the most difficult things.

People fear leaving their safe harbor of the known and venturing off into the unknown. Human beings crave certainty - even when it limits them.

It is folly to abstain all day long from food, but fail to abstain from sin and selfishness.

Someone once claimed I was not really a Yorkshireman!