There’s no point in saving the world if it means losing the moon.
Transformation, liberation and celebration are the themes of all my novels.
Usually, autobiography is such an indulgence of the ego.
This may be said for the last quarter of the twentieth century: the truism that if we want a better world we will have to be better people came to be acknowledge, if not thoroughly understood, by a significantly large minority.
The first time that she spread her legs for him it had been like opening her jaws for the dentist.
And what would our ideas of God, of religion, be like if they had come to us through the minds of women? Ever think of that?
Things. Cosas. Things attach themselves like leeches to the human soul, then they bleed out the sweetness and the music and the primordial joy of being unencumbered upon the land.
Once, in a spasm of sappiness, you asked Q-Jo if she thought your dreams would ever come true. ‘You aren’t talking about dreams,’ she corrected you, ’you’re referring to your pathetic bourgeoisie ambitions. Dreams don’t come true. Dreams are true.
If the novelist isn’t surprised by where his book ends up, he or she probably hasn’t written anything worth remembering.
You don’t have to be a genius to recognize one. If you did, Einstein would never have gotten invited to the White House.
The universe does not have laws. It has habits. And habits can be broken.
Zippers are primal and modern at the very same time. On the one hand, your zipper is primitive and reptilian, on the other, mechanical and slick. A zipper is where the Industrial Revolution meets the Cobra Cult.
There is a similarity between juggling and composing on the typewriter. The trick is, when you spill something, make it look like a part of the act.
Hawaii made the mouth of her soul water.
Sharks are the criminals of the sea. Dolphins are the outlaws.
Cant you understand that romanticism is no more an enemy of science than mysticism is? In fact, romanticism and science are good for each other. The scientist keeps the romantic honest and the romantic keeps the scientist human.
Heaven is living in your hopes and Hell is living in your fears. It’s up to each individual which one he chooses.
Now that I’m in love, I haven’t a clue. Now that I’m in love, I’m completely stupid on the subject.
Dreams don’t come true. Dreams are true.
My life is not merely a public phenomenon, it is a solitary adventure as well.