The night I filled an inside straight: Even a blind hog's gonna root up an acorn once in a while.

The night I filled an inside straight: Even a blind hog's gonna root up an acorn once in a while.
Anarchism is not a romantic fable but the hardheaded realization, based on five thousand years of experience, that we cannot entrust the management of our lives to kings, priests, politicians, generals, and county commissioners.
One definite advantage of being a conservative is that you never have to trouble your conscience about selling out; a conservative is a sell-out from the beginning, an ass-kisser and power sycophant by definition.
My sole literary ambition is to write one good novel, then retire to my hut in the desert, assume the lotus position, compose my mind and senses, and sink into meditation, contemplating my novel.
Night and day the river flows. If time is the mind of space, the River is the soul of the desert. Brave boatmen come, they go, they die, the voyage flows on forever. We are all canyoneers.
Who needs astrology? The wise man gets by on fortune cookies.
The best argument for Christianity is the Gregorian chant. Listening to that music, one can believe anything -- while the music lasts.
Baseball serves as a good model for democracy in action: Every player is equally important and each has a chance to be a hero.
Only a fool would leave the enjoyment of rainbows to the opticians. Or give the science of optics the last word on the matter.
The rich are not very nice. That's why they're rich.
In order to write a book, it is necessary to sit down (or stand up) and write. Therein lies the difficulty.
We are kindred all of us, killer and victim, predator and prey, me and the sly coyote, the soaring buzzard, the elegant gopher snake, and trembling cottontail, the foul worms that feed on our entrails; all of them, all of us. Long live diversity, long live the earth!
I pledge my allegiance to the damned human race, and my everlasting love to the green hills of Earth, and my intimations of glory to the singing stars, to the very end of space and time.
In art as in life, form and subject, body and soul, are one.
My job is to save the fucking wilderness. I don't know anything else worth saving.
The consolation of reading biography: Most great men have led lives even more miserable than our own.
When the biggest, richest, glassiest buildings in town are the banks, you know that town's in trouble.
We are all passengers on this little mossy ship, this delicate dory sailing round the sun that humans call the earth. Joy, shipmates, joy.
Better a cruel truth than a comfortable delusion.
The critics say that Shostakovich's Fourth Symphony has no form. They are wrong; it has the form of Shostakovich's Fourth Symphony.