What passes for culture in my head is really a bunch of commercials.

True terror is to wake up one morning and discover that your high school class is running the country.

We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful what we pretend to be.

There is a tragic flaw in our precious constitution, and I don't know what can be done to fix it. This is it: Only nut cases want to be president.

I want to stand as close to the edge as I can without going over. Out on the edge you see all the kinds of things you can't see from the center.

He didn't look like a soldier at all. He looked like a filthy flamingo.

Any reviewer who expresses rage and loathing for a novel is preposterous. He or she is like a person who has put on full armor and attacked a hot fudge sundae.

Perhaps I am the turtle, able to live simply anywhere, even underwater for short periods, with my home on my back.

About astrology and palmistry: they are good because they make people vivid and full of possibilities. They are communism at its best. Everybody has a birthday and almost everybody has a palm.

We are here on Earth to fart around. Don't let anybody tell you any different.

Enjoy your body, use it every way you can. Don’t be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own.

That first time, when he presses his lips against mine and kisses the words ‘I Love You’ right down into the very heart of my soul, that’s when I knew we were about to be ripped apart. -Morgan

Hanging on in Quiet Desperation is the English Way

To remain a man in today's world, one must have not only unfailing energy and unwavering intensity, one must also have a little luck.

It would be a sad situation if the bag was better than the meat wrapped in it.

Things rarely get stuck because of lack of time. They get stuck because the doing of them has not been defined.

Who's your soul's mate? Consciousness. Soul is your conscious mate. Guru keeps you conscious.

It feels important to go school; not necessarily to further my education, but more like a hobby.

I loved the idea of seeing the world through a boy's eyes.

The world should be worried about those who go around the planet with a can of gasoline in one hand and a box of matches in the other, pretending to sell fire insurance.

The young doctor should look about early for an avocation, a pastime, that will take him away from patients, pills, and potions.