Plots and character don't make life. Life is here and now, anytime you say the word, anytime you let her rip.

This is not a book. This is libel, slander, defamation of character. This is not a book, in the ordinary sense of the word. No, this is a prolonged insult, a gob of spit in the face of Art, a kick in the pants to God, Man, Destiny, Time, Love, Beauty... what you will. I am going to sing for you, a little off key perhaps, but I will sing.

I'm not going to sit here now and say 'do this,' or 'do that.' But you must - must - expunge any vestige of racism.

Let me be, was all I wanted. Be what I am, no matter how I am.

Who wants to live to be a hundred? What's the point of it? A short life and a merry one is far better than a long life sustained by fear, caution and perpetual medical surveillance

They say, 'Nothing can be done here!' I reply, 'I know no such word in the vocabulary I adopt!'