Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, doesn't go away.

Reality is whatever refuses to go away when I stop believing in it.

Maybe each human being lives in a unique world, a private world, a world different from those inhabited and experienced by all other humans.

Drug misuse is not a disease, it is a decision, like the decision to step out in front of a moving car. You would call that not a decision but an error in judgment. When a bunch of people begin to do it, it is a social error, a life-style.

Science fiction writers, I am sorry to say, really do not know anything.

This, to me, is the ultimately heroic trait of ordinary people; they say no to the tyrant and they calmly take the consequences of this resistance.

How can justice fall victim, ever, to what is right?

A child of today can detect a lie quicker than the wisest adult of two decades ago. When I want to know what is true, I ask my children.

In a nutshell-I fear authority but at the same time I resent it-the authority and my own fear. So I rebel.

The wisest people are the clowns, like Harpo Marx, who would not speak. If I could have anything I want I would like God to listen to what Harpo was not saying, and understand why Harpo would not talk.