It's not about what it is, it's about what it can become.

This book is to be read in bed.

So the writer who breeds more words than he needs, is making a chore for the reader who reads.

Thank goodness for all the things you are not, thank goodness you're not something someone forgot, and left all alone in some punkerish place, like a rusty tin coat hanger hanging in space.

A kid is a guy I never wrote down to. He's interested in what I say if I make it interesting.

You can get so confused that you'll start in to race down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace and grind on for miles across weirdish wild space, headed, I fear, toward a most useless place. The Waiting Place.

A person's a person, no matter how small.