Long ago, among other lies they were taught that silence was bravery.

I knew exactly what I was doing: I was doing nothing. because I knew there was nothing to do.

And if there is anybody out there who is crazy enough to want to become a writer, I'd say go ahead, spit in the eye of the sun, hit those keys, it's the best madness going, the centuries need help, the species cry for light and gamble and laughter. Give it to them. There are enough words for all of us.

As a recluse I couldn't bear traffic. It had nothing to do with jealousy, I simply disliked people, crowds, anywhere, except at my readings. People diminished me, they sucked me dry.

I grow tired of 18th century moralities in a 20th century space-atomic age

Four days alone with nothing. Emerge empowered. The first human face you see will knock you back 50%.

When you clean up a city, you destroy it.