Whenever there has been talk of exterminating rats, others, who were not rats, have been exterminated.

No idea stays pure. Even the flowering of art isn't pure. And the sun has spots.

We already have the statistics for the future: the growth percentages of pollution, overpopulation, desertification. The future is already in place.

Everyone is born into a certain era. I wouldn't want to see anyone faced with the circumstances that prevailed at the time, when there were few or no alternatives.

Art is so wonderfully irrational, exuberantly pointless, but necessary all the same. Pointless and yet necessary, that's hard for a puritan to understand.

I have heard my fill of hurtful words. I think it's especially egregious when citizens like me, who point out abuses in their country, are referred to as 'do-gooders.' This is how a phrase that can be used to stop an argument dead becomes part of common usage.