[I write] intuitively, reflexively, as if skiing down a steep mountain slope with no time to think.

In the beginning, God created the earth, and he looked upon it in his cosmic loneliness. And God said, "Let Us make living creatures out of mud, so the mud can see what We have done." And God created every living creature that now moveth, and one was man. Mud as man alone could speak. God leaned close to mud as man sat, looked around, and spoke. "What is the purpose of all this?" he asked politely. "Everything must have a purpose?" asked God. "Certainly," said man. "Then I leave it to you to think of one for all this," said God. And He went away.

Humor is an almost physiological response to fear.

Who is more to be pitied, a writer bound and gagged by policemen or one living in perfect freedom who has nothing more to say?

Take it moment by moment, and you will find that we are all, as I’ve said before, bugs in amber.

Beware of the man who works hard to learn something, learns it, and finds himself no wiser than before.

What you can become is the miracle you were born to be through the work that you do.