The unwaking world was as hushed as a deep forest.

Artists are those who can evade the verbose.

What we see before us is just one tiny part of the world. We get in the habit of thinking, this is the world, but that's not true at all. The real world is a much darker and deeper place than this, and much of it is occupied by jellyfish and things.

I write my novels personally, desperately and non-negligently. When I write my novels, I think about my novels only, and never do other works.

You know, the usual story. Once upon a time I was playing my harp by a spring when a fairy appeared out of nowhere, handed me a Beretta Model 92, and told me to shoot the white rabbit over there for target practice.

Don't you think it would be wonderful to get rid of everything and everybody and just go some place where you don't know a soul?

I learned that realism can come in all shapes and sizes. The world is big enough for different values to coexist.