Humans were free before the word freedom became necessary.
We’re all undesirable elements from somebody’s point of view.
Rocks, like louseworts and snail darters and pupfish and 3rd-world black, lesbian, militant poets, have rights, too. Especially the right to exist.
What is truth? I don’t know and I’m sorry I brought it up.
I thought of the wilderness we had left behind us, open to sea and sky, joyous in its plenitude and simplicity, perfect yet vulnerable, unaware of what is coming, defended by nothing, guarded by no one.
When the situation is hopeless, there’s nothing to worry about.
We know so very little about this strange planet we live on, this haunted world where all answers lead only to more mystery.
I love America because it is a confused, chaotic mess – and I hope we can keep it this way for at least another thousand years. The permissive society is the free society.
A pretty girl can do no wrong.
I am hopeful, though not full of hope, and the only reason I don’t believe in happy endings is because I don’t believe in endings.
Where all pretend to be thinking alike, it’s likely that no one is thinking at all.
God bless America. Let’s try to save some of it.
The sexual revolution transformed the American West: Now even cowboys can get laid.
Anton Bruckner wrote the same symphony nine times, trying to get it just right. He failed.
The love of a man for his wife, his child, of the land where he lives and works, is for me the real meaning of mystical experience.
I now find the most marvelous things in the everyday, the ordinary, the common, the simple and tangible.
A crowded society is a restrictive society; an overcrowded society becomes an authoritarian, repressive and murderous society.
Life is already too short to waste on speed.
Anarchism? You bet your sweet betsy. The only cure for the ills of democracy is more democracy. Much more.
But of the seven deadly sins, wrath is the healthiest – next only to lust.