On Wall Street, he and a few others-how many?-three hundred, four hundred, five hundred?-had become precisely that... Masters of the Universe. There was... no limit whatsoever!

Muzak pervades Las Vegas from the time you walk into the airport upon landing to the last time you leave the casinos.

"Anyway, I don't want to live in New York. I want some place more like where we used to live in New Jersey I don't like living here. There aren't any trees."

Poets are not supposed to write epics any longer, despite the fact that the only poets who have endured and will endure are poets who have written epics.

The radio is now something people listen to while they are doing something else.

It is very comforting to believe that leaders who do terrible things are, in fact, mad. That way, all we have to do is make sure we don't put psychotics in high places and we've got the problem solved.

A cult is a religion with no political power.

He had been gambling and drinking and eating now and again at the buffet tables the casinos keep heaped with food day and night, but mostly hopping himself up with good old amphetamine, cooling himself down with meprobamate, then hooking down more alcohol, until now, after sixty hours, he was slipping into the symptoms of toxic schizophrenia.