And we passed through the cavern of rats. And we passed through the path of boiling steam. And we passed through the country of the blind. And we passed through the slough of despond. And we passed through the vale of tears. And we came, finally, to the ice caverns.

Don't start an argument with somebody who has a microphone when you don't. They'll make you look like chopped liver.

Repent, Harlequin," said the Ticktock Man. "Get stuffed," the Harlequin replied.

A man may truly live in his dreams, his noblest dreams, but only, only if he is worthy of those dreams.

I see all. I hear all. I know all. And I spend a great deal of time in the bathroom.

I never send a story off until I have read it aloud to at least two or three people. Because when I read - and I don't need their criticism, what I need is my own - when I read it aloud, there is a flow, there is a poetry to it.

Writing is a holy chore.