On Life:
Life is not significant details, illuminated by a flash, fixed forever. Photographs are.
Life is a movie. Death is a photograph.
The quality of American life is an insult to the possibilities of human growth. . . the pollution of American space, with gadgetry and cars and TV and box architecture, brutalizes the senses, making gray neurotics of most of us. . .
On Death:
For those who live neither with religious consolations about death nor with a sense of death (or of anything else) as natural, death is the obscene mystery, the ultimate affront, the thing that cannot be controlled. It can only be denied.
Life is a movie. Death is a photograph.
On Religion:
Religion is probably, after sex, the second oldest resource which human beings have available to them for blowing their minds.