There is a certain solipsism to serious illness which claims all of one's attention as certainly as an astronomical black hole seizes anything unlucky enough to fall within its critical radius.

I loved almost everything about being a teacher, but I was an unusual teacher

All of our lives are governed by a certain degree of faith in bullshit.

Lovemaking seems all too absurd when described.

Human beings have only that confusing mass of chemically driven neurological storage to rely on. They're all subjective and emotion-tinged. How can they trust any of their memories?

No one inspired me to write, but writer Harlan Ellison terrified me into getting published.

Books ... were merely nodes in a near-infinite matrix of information that exists in four dimensions, evolving toward the idea of the concept of the approximation of the shadow of Truth vertically through time as well as longitudinally through knowledge.