The trouble with the fast lane is that all the movement is horizontal. And I like to go vertical sometimes.
The ultimate end of any ideology is totalitarianism.
Religions lead us to believe that the soul is the ultimate family jewel and that in return for our mindless obedience, they can secure it for us in their vaults, or at least insure it against fire and theft. They are mistaken.
Much scientific truth proved to be as hypothetical as poetic allegory. The relationshiip of those rod-connected blue and red balls to an actual atomic structure was about the same as the relationship of Christianity to the fish or the Lamb.
You may tell the greatest lies and wear a brilliant disguise, but you can’t escape the eyes of the one who sees right through you.
Leave me in the night but please don’t leave me in the dark.
Listen, I’ve been sick ever since I started working here, but today I’m well and I won’t be in anymore.
Me? I stand for uncertainty, insecurity, bad taste, fun, and things that go boom in the night.
My faith is whatever makes me feel good about being alive. If your religion doesn’t make you feel good to be alive, what the hell is the point of it?
Most novelists write about twisted lives.
My paintings are very strange – large and empty, like walls. Just the opposite of my writing, which is rich and juicy.
One has not only an ability to perceive the world but an ability to alter one’s perception of it; more simply, one can change things by the manner in which one looks at them.
Ultimately, the roast turkey must be regarded as a monument to Boomer’s love.
When life demands more of people than they demand of life – as is ordinarily the case – what results is a resentment of life almost as deep-seated as the fear of death.
There are stories still in existence that I wrote when I was five. However, I did not get published until I was seven.
They fell asleep smiling. It is to erase the fixed smiles of sleeping couples that Satan trained roosters to crow at five in the morning.
Hard times and funky living can season the soul, true enough, but joy is the yeast that makes it rise.
We use so much bad language that it forms a barrier between ourselves and the truth.
Wit and playfulness represent a desperately serious transcendence of evil. Humor is both a form of wisdom and a means of survival.
We approach the divine by enlarging our souls and lighting up our brains.