The waste basket is the writer's best friend.

They still believe in God, the family, angels, witches, goblins, logic, clarity, punctuation, and other obsolete stuff.

Those who run around with women don't walk tightropes. They find it hard enough to crawl on the ground.

The second half of the twentieth century is a complete flop.

Even in the worm that crawls in the earth there glows a divine spark. When you slaughter a creature, you slaughter God.

Men want all women to lie down as whores and get up as virgins.

There are 500 reasons I write for children.... Children read books, not reviews. They don't give a hoot about the critics.... They don't read to free themselves of guilt, to quench their thirst for rebellion, or to get rid of alienation. They still believe in God, the family, angels, devils, witches, goblins, logic, clarity, punctuation, and other such obsolete stuff.... They don't expect their beloved writer to redeem humanity. Young as they are, they know that it is not in his power. Only the adults have such childish illusions.