The difference between the ages of ten and fourteen is immense.

I should have been a pair of ragged claws.’ The self-deprecation of mass man carried to its symbolic limit. How does he see himself? Not merely as a crustacean. Not even as a crustacean, only the very abstraction of a crustacean: claws. And ragged, at that. In the next line we see-.

Cornut knew that that was what the immortals wanted. They had kept their herd of contended, helpless, shortlived cattle long enough. The herd had prospered until it competed with its unseen owners for food and space. Like any good husbandman, the immortals had decided to thin the herd out.

Advertising reaches out to touch the fantasy part of people’s lives. And you know, most people’s fantasies are pretty sad.

I’m so busy listening to the heart that I don’t even hear when somebody asks me to pass the salt.

The FDA just ordered them off the market. The glaze is supposed to be poison – provided you drink at least forty cups of tea out of one of them every day of your life for twenty years.

I did that for 40 years or more. I never had any writer’s block. I got up in the morning, sat down at the typewriter – now, computer – lit up a cigarette.

I’m doing a book, ‘Chasing Science,’ about the pleasures of science as a spectator sport.

There are people who never pass a certain point in their emotional development. They cannot live a normal free-and-easy, give-and-take life with a sexual partner for more than a short time. Something inside them will not tolerate happiness. The better it gets, the more they have to destroy it.

And so in that moment he completes the process of growing up. And begins the process of dying. Which is much the same thing.