The sneakiest form of literary subtlety, in a corrupt society, is to speak the plain truth. The critics will not understand you; the public will not believe you; your fellow writers will shake their heads. Laughter, praise, honors, money, and the love of beautiful girls will be your only reward.
The "terror" of the French Revolution lasted for ten years. The terror that preceded and led to it lasted for a thousand years.
One thing worse than self-hatred is chiggers.
Belief? What do I believe in? I believe in sun. In rock. In the dogma of the sun and the doctrine of the rock. I believe in blood, fire, woman, rivers, eagles, storm, drums, flutes, banjos, and broom-tailed horses.
My own best books have not been published. In fact, they've not even been written yet.
If the world is irrational, we can never know it -- either it or its irrationality.
Nobody has so many friends that he can afford to lose one.
We spend more time working for our labor-saving machines than they do working for us.
The true, unacknowledged purpose of capital punishment is to inspire fear and awe -- fear and awe of the State.
I've never yet read a review of one of my own books that I couldn't have written much better myself.
Lightning streaks like gunfire through the clouds, volleys of thunder shake the air.
A good book is a kind of paper club, serving to rouse the slumbrous and to silence the obtuse.
In the afternoon I watch the clouds drift past the bald peak of Mount Tukuhnikivats. (Someone has to do it.)
The writer concerned more with technique than truth becomes a technician, not an artist.
A shelf of classics for our young adults: Tolkien, Hesse, Casteneda, Kerouac, Salinger, Tom Robbins, and _The Last Whole Earth Catalog_.
Orthodoxy is a relaxation of the mind accompanied by a stiffening of the heart.
Writing on the wall: Will trade three blind crabs for two with no teeth.
I always write with my .357 magnum handy. Why? Well, you never know when God may try to interfere.
The consolation of reading biography: Most great men have led lives even more miserable than our own.
Beware the writer who always encloses the word *reality* in quotation marks: He's trying to slip something over on you. Or into you.
In a nation of sheep, one brave man forms a majority.
Life: another day, another dolor.
We are preoccupied with time. If we could learn to love space as deeply as we are now obsessed with time, we might discover a new meaning in the phrase to live like men.
War? The one war I'd be happy to join is the war against officers.
Why do I live in the desert? Because the desert is the *locus Dei*.
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