The cold, suffocating dark goes on forever and we are alone. Live our lives, lacking anything better to do. Devise reason later.

My main point about films is that I don't like the adaptation process, and I particularly don't like the modern way of comic book-film adaptations, where, essentially, the central characters are just franchises that can be worked endlessly to no apparent point.

The more I look at most of the art movements, it's all occultism, when you get down to it. The Surrealists were openly talking about being magicians.

People have asked me why I made the first chapter of my first novel so long, and in an invented English. The only answer I can come up with that satisfies me is, 'To keep out the scum.'

If I have to have a past, then I prefer it to be multiple choice.

Authority, when first detecting chaos at its heels, will entertain the vilest schemes to save its orderly facade.

A lot of the critique of our growing mechanization was actually at its strongest, and arguably at its most perceptive, during the late '60s.