Au revoir, jewelled alligators and white hotels, hallucinatory forests, farewell.

Nonetheless, Scranton had travelled in space. He had known the loneliness of separation from all other human beings, he had gazed at the empty perspectives that I myself had seen.

I find wholly baffling the widespread belief today that the dropping of the Hiroshima and Nagasaki bombs was an immoral act, even possibly a war crime to rank with Nazi genocide.

The suburbs dream of violence.

I've never suffered from writer's block. I have plenty of ideas, sometimes too many. I've always had a strong imagination. If it dries up I'll stop and look for another career.

Maybe you are a poet and a dreamer, but don't you realize that those two species are extinct now?

I felt the pressure of imagination against the doors of my mind was so great that they were going to burst.