One of underestimated tasks in nonfiction writing is to impose narrative shape on an unwieldy mass of material.
One day the good times had to keep on rolling, and all of life's horseshit would turn to circuses.
Children see magic because they look for it.
An adventure story is fear recalled in comfort.
Sometimes this high-tech world calls for low-tech solutions.
Oh, I would while away the hours, Wanking in the flowers, my heart all full of song, I'd be gliding all the lilies as I waved about my willie, If I only had a schlong.
He loved constantly, instantly, spontaneously, without thought or words. That's what he taught me. Love is not something you think about, it is a state in which you dwell. That was his gift.
The poor wretches have convinced themselves that they are going to be immortal and live for all time, by worshipping that crucified sophist and living under his laws. . . they receive these doctrines by tradition, without any definite evidence. So if any charlatan or trickster comes among them, he quickly acquires wealth by imposing upon these simple people.
Well, there are better cartoonists now than there ever have been. I firmly believe that. There's some amazing work being done.
All these people I interview are worth ten times what I'm worth.
People's talk and the stories they tell have been engraved on my heart, and some of them have flown into my pen.