I went to Sunday School and liked the stories about Christ and the Christmas star. They were beautiful. They made you warm and happy to think about. But I didn't believe them. The Sunday School teacher talked too much in the way our grade school teacher used to when she told us about George Washington. Pleasant, pretty stories, but not true.

The other day a man phoned and wanted me to endorse a certain brand of cigarettes. I had nothing against them and in fact will smoke them or anything else that…

Religion was too vague. God was different. He was something real, something I could feel. But there were only certain times when I could feel it. I used to lie…

What they had me doing first was autographing copies of Come and Get It at the Bon Marche, where I had been fired a couple of years back. That was bad enough b…

All the stories are fictions. What matters is which fiction you believe.

One of the most frightening things in the Western world, and in this country in particular, is the number of people who believe in things that are scientifical…

Among all the world's races, some obscure Bedouin tribes possibly apart, Americans are the most prone to misinformation. This is not the consequence of any spe…