The essential truth of life, he was coming to realize, wasn't romantic an took only two words to label: Shit. Happens.

Indeed, the human mind appeared to suffer from a crippling need to fabricate in the absence of concrete proof.

The truth was...he was in love with her. Totally over-the-line, no-going-back, not-even-dead-would-he-part kind of shit.

Some things are destined to be -- it just takes us a couple of triesto get there.

There is no water, so things are bad. If there were water, it would be better. But there is no water.

NEVER accept "conventional wisdom" when it comes to finance. If others keep failing, why do you want to follow them?

Poetry consists in a rhyming dictionary and things seen.

The ultimate metaphysical ground is the creative advance into novelty.

My cat can eat a whole watermelon.

To combat social awkwardness, I would just act like I couldn't be bothered - that kind of aloof persona or aloof demeanor. It's so off-putting.

I write what I write and I honestly don't care if it gets on or not. I'm writing to see if I can find out some of what I think about any number of situations. I work it out in the writing.

I haven't chosen to make an issue of faith.

It is in the interest of tyrants to reduce the people to ignorance and vice. For they cannot live in any country where virtue and knowledge prevail.

That's what the American odyssey is really about: Leaving home. Leaving home and coming home, and trying to understand the difference.