The word impossible contains the word possible' What's that-- some Zen thing?' I think Star Trek. Mr. Spock.

If Edgar Allan Poe were alive today, his agent would be constantly slapping him upside the head with tightly rolled copies of his brilliant short stories and novelettes, yelling, 'Full-length novels, you moron! Pay attention! What's the matter with you -- are you shooting heroin or something? Write for the market! No more of this midlength 'Fall of the House of Usher' crap

My wife is my first audience. She's a tough lady, so I can't say that I ever scare her. Except, of course, when she sees me the way I look before breakfast.

I believe that I was a dog in a past life. That's the only thing that would explain why I like to snack on Purina Dog Chow.

My life would be constrained by the horror and fierce rage that my appearance inspired, but I would know peace as well as fear, tenderness as well as brutality, and even love in a time of cruelty.

Funny, how one good cookie could calm the mind and even elevate a troubled soul.

I come down on the side of free will but I have sympathy for those who believe in fate because there is something about life which we feel we have no control over.