I may be writing well, I may be writing poorly, but I enjoy the act of writing and sometimes when it turns out okay, I feel an elation that is incomparable.

Comedians don't laugh. They're too busy analyzing why it's funny or not.

The Pivot Questionnaire that I ask other people, when I have on rare occasion answered it, the answer to the question, "What turns you on?" Is words. Not mine, other people's. Words, words, words, that's what turns me on.

I jumped horses over big dangerous fences in competition. And got very, very good at it, at quite a high level. And I realized long since that, yeah, it's the same thing that appeals to me about it. You can't think about anything else, in either case; jumping horses in competition, show jumping, or flying an airplane, for whatever purpose.

I would say that writing, both the act of writing, and of course reading of other people's work is, for me, supreme joy.

Life is just a Box of Chocolates.

Our language, one of our most precious natural resources, deserves at least as much protection as our woodlands, streams and whooping cranes.