I just wrote what I felt like writing since they seemed to sell.

Right now I'm so old that if I had a big gush of money, I don't know what I'd do with it. I don't travel anymore. I don't need anything, don't want anything. I'd give it to my son, I guess, and let him enjoy it.

Why make plans? The sun might well go out tomorrow.

What is an evil man? The man is evil who coerces obedience to his private ends, destroys beauty, produces pain, extinguishes life.

Beauty compelled admiration and erotic yearning; such was its organic function. But never by itself could it command love.

Jack Vance's Lyonesse books are the greatest fairy tale of the twentieth century.

Mischief moves somewhere near and I must blast it with my magic.