I want to stay as close to the edge as I can without going over. Out on the edge you see all kinds of things you can't see from the center.

Of all the words of mice and men, the saddest are 'It might have been.'

If what Jesus said was good, what can it matter if he was God or not?

Live by the harmless untruths that make you brave and kind and healthy and happy.

There is no reason why good cannot triumph as often as evil. The triumph of anything is a matter of organization. If there are such things as angels, I hope that they are organized along the lines of the Mafia.

Here we are, trapped in the amber of the moment. There is no why.

Many people need desperately to receive this message: "I feel and think much as you do, care about many of the things you care about, although most people don't care about them. You are not alone."

Science never cheered up anyone. The truth about the human situation is just too awful.

As in my other works of fiction: All persons living and dead are purely coincidental, and should not be construed. No names have been changed in order to protect the innocent. Angels protect the innocent as a matter of Heavenly routine.

I wish that people who are conventionally supposed to love each other would say to each other, when they fight, "Please— a little less love, and a little more common decency.

The big trouble with dumb bastards is that they are too dumb to believe there is such a thing as being smart.