Great sex is apocalyptic. There is no such thing as great sex unless you have an apocalyptic moment.
I always start a book for money. If you’re married five times you have to.
If only gravity were working, the path would be symmetrical, it is the wind resistance that produces the tragic curve.
The night before I left Las Vegas I walked out in the desert to look at the moon. There was a jeweled city on the horizon, spires rising in the night, but the jewels were diadems of electric and the spires were the neon of signs ten stories high.
There’s a subterranean impetus towards pornography so powerful that half the business world is juiced by the sort of half sex that one finds in advertisements.
In America all too few blows are struck into flesh. We kill the spirit here, we are experts at that. We use psychic bullets and kill each other cell by cell.
Because there is very little honor left in American life, there is a certain built-in tendency to destroy masculinity in American men.
Growth, in some curious way, I suspect, depends on being always in motion just a little bit, one way or another.
Somewhere, something incredible happened in history – the wrong guys won.
We can never know for certain where our prayers are likely to go, nor from whom the answers will come. Just when we think we are at our nearest to God, we could be assisting the Devil.
Hip is the sophistication of the wise primitive in a giant jungle.
What characterizes a member of a minority group is that he is forced to see himself as both exceptional and insignificant, marvelous and awful, good and evil.
There are four stages in a marriage. First there’s the affair, then the marriage, then children and finally the fourth stage, without which you cannot know a woman, the divorce.
If a person is not talented enough to be a novelist, not smart enough to be a lawyer, and his hands are too shaky to perform operations, he becomes a journalist.
It’s not the sentiments of men which make history but their actions.
The horror of the Twentieth Century was the size of each new event, and the paucity of its reverberation.
Sentimentality is the emotional promiscuity of those who have no sentiment.
Love was love, one could find it with anyone, one could find it anywhere. It was just that you could never keep it. Not unless you were ready to die for it.
The highest prize in a world of men is the most beautiful woman available on your arm and living there in her heart loyal to you.
What were the phenomena of the world today? If I knew little else, I knew the answer – war, and the preparations for new war.