Big Brother isn't watching. He's singing and dancing. He's pulling rabbits out of a hat. Big Brother's busy holding your attention every moment you're awake. He's making sure you're always distracted. He's making sure you're fully absorbed. He's making sure your imagination withers. Until it's as useful as your appendix. He's making sure your attention is always filled. And this being fed, it's worse than being watched. With the world always filling you, no one has to worry about what's in your mind. With everyone's imagination atrophied, no one will ever be a threat to the world.

We'll be remembered more for what we destroy than what we create.

You can’t fool people into loving you.

I see the strongest and the smartest men who have ever lived... and these men are pumping gas and waiting tables.

Sorry, mom. Sorry, God.

My stories tend to bring people from isolation into community - with at least one other person, usually with a whole community of people - so that they find themselves accepted back by a world that they kind of fled from.

It's not enough to be numbered with the grains of sand on the beach and the stars in the sky.