The more humanity advances, the more it is degraded.

I hate that which we have decided to call realism, even though I have been made one of its high priests.

Only three things are infinite. The sky in its stars, the sea in its drops of water, and the heart in its tears.

Human speech is like a cracked kettle on which we tap crude rhythms for bears to dance to, while we long to make music that will melt the stars.

Success is a consequence and must not be a goal.

Talent is a long patience.

I’m dazzled by your facility. In ten days you’ll have written six stories! I don’t understand it… I’m like one of those old aqueducts: there’s so much rubbish cogging up the banks of my thought that it flows slowly, and only spills from the end of my pen drop by drop.