Evil was coming. I wondered whose face it would be wearing.

I am the One, and I see all. But the blind man in Apartment 1-A is blind in many ways, as are all human beings, even those with functioning eyes. They are blind to their folly, to their ignorance, to their history, to the future that they will make for themselves. A future born of self-loathing.

From time to time, I do consider that I might be mad. Like any self-respecting lunatic, however, I am always quick to dismiss any doubts about my sanity.

Fate cannot be sidestepped or outrun.

In a crunch a man's reputation never counts for as much as it ought to.

I fall down on the side of free will, simply because if you look at where I came from, and what I was able to do in my life, what was able to happen.

When I'm working on a novel, I work 70-hour weeks.