Lovemaking seems all too absurd when described.

We are not the only avatars of humanity. Once our computing machines achieved self-consciousness, they became part of this design.

It's one of the strangest attributes of this profession that when we writers get exhausted writing one thing, we relax by writing another.

Mobs have passions, not brains.

No book or poem is ever finished, merely abandoned.

I think all the simple things can and do still work - holding your child's hand while walking across the street will do it. But we can hardly hear it for all the noise which has turned love into a cliche, and most people can't even hear John Lennon's "All You Need Is Love" anymore without wincing.

Love was as hardwired into the structure of the universe as gravity and matter.