I was thinking that surgeons had to be the happiest people on earth. To cut people up and get paid for it-that’s happiness, I told myself.
People who are greedy have extraordinary capacities for waste-they must, they take in too much.
In every death is a celebration; in every ecstasy, one little death.
The sense of a long last night over civilization is back again; it has perhaps not been here so intensely in thirty years, not since the Nazis were prospering, but it is coming back.
Left-wingers are incapable of conspiring because they are all egomaniacs.
Sex is not only a divine and beautiful activity; it’s a murderous activity. People kill each other in bed. Some of the greatest crimes ever committed were committed in bed. And no weapons were used.
Is one human? Or merely alive? Like a blade of grass equal to all existance in the moment it is torn? Yes. If pain is fundament, then a blade of grass can know all there is.
There is a no man’s land between sex and love, and it alters in the night.
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.