- he's finished with that; it's like an old clock that won't tell time but won't stop neither, with the hands bent out of shape and the face bare of numbers and the alarm bell rusted silent, an old worthless clock that just keeps ticking and cuckooing without meaning nothing.

If this glorious birth to death hassle is the only hassle we are ever to have ..if our grand exhilarating fight of life is such a tragically short little scrap anyway,compared to the eons of rounds before and after-then why should one want to relinquish even a few precious seconds of it?

The frontiers we broke into in the '60s are still largely unexplored.

Tricker the Squirrel is the best piece I ever wrote. It's intricate.

I sometimes have these spells of compulsive truth. But as Lady Macbeth would say, "The fit is momentary."

There are going to be times when we can't wait for somebody. Now, you're either on the bus or off the bus.

The job of the writer is to kiss no ass, no matter how big and holy and white and tempting and powerful.