I hate being wrong, but I love it when I'm set straight.

I will live to piss in the open mouths or the open graves of my enemies, whichever comes first.

HATE. LET ME TELL YOU HOW MUCH I'VE COME TO HATE YOU SINCE I BEGAN TO LIVE. THERE ARE 387.44 MILLION MILES OF PRINTED CIRCUITS IN WAFER THIN LAYERS THAT FILL MY COMPLEX. IF THE WORD HATE WAS ENGRAVED ON EACH NANOANGSTROM OF THOSE HUNDREDS OF MILLIONS OF MILES IT WOULD NOT EQUAL ONE ONE-BILLIONTH OF THE HATE I FEEL FOR HUMANS AT THIS MICRO-INSTANT FOR YOU. HATE. HATE.

People don't die from the old diseases any more. They die from new ones, but that's Progress, isn't it? Isn't it?

People on the outside think there's something magical about writing, that you go up in the attic at midnight and cast the bones and come down in the morning with a story, but it isn't like that. You sit in back of the typewriter and you work, and that's all there is to it.

Now begin in the middle, and later learn the beginning; the end will take care of itself.

Any writer who pretends to a disaffection for recognition, I think they're being duplicitous.