I wanted to rub the human race in its own vomit, and force it to look in the mirror.

The car as we know it is on the way out.

I take for granted that for the imaginative writer, the exercise of the imagination is part of the basic process of coping with reality, just as actors need to act all the time to make up for some deficiency in their sense of themselves.

Elaborate burial customs are a sure sign of decadence.

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

I think the enemy of creativity in the world today is that so much thinking is done for you.

Put a higher value on yourself. Being hyper-realistic about everything is too simple a get-out.