Although I am a typical loner in my daily life$$$ my awareness of belonging to the invisible community of those who strive for truth$$$ beauty$$$ and justice has prevented me from feelings of isolation.

What is right is not always popular and what is popular is not always right.

Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go.

As the man said$$$ for every complex problem there's a simple solution$$$ and it's wrong.

Each of us is sometimes a cretin$$$ a fool$$$ a moron$$$ or a lunatic. A normal person is just a reasonable mix of these components$$$ these four ideal types.

How peaceful life would be without Love... How Safe. How Tranquil. And how Dull.

Since I became a novelist I have discovered that I am biased. Either I think a new novel is worse than mine and I dont like it$$$ or I suspect it is better than my novels and I dont like it.

Dogs remember every favor you ever do for them and store those events in a memory bank titled Why My Human Is A God.

When I listen to people talk$$$ all I hear is what they're not tellin' me.

Reality seems valueless by comparison with the dreams of fevered imaginations; reality is therefore abandoned.