Belief is nearly the whole of the universe whether based on truth or not.

We are never as modern, as far ahead of the past as we like to think we are.

Even as I speak, the very last polar bear may be dying of hunger on account of climate change, on account of us. And I sure miss the polar bears. Their babies are so warm and cuddly and trusting, just like ours.

The reason we write fiction is because it's so much easier to exist spending part of each day in an imaginary world.

Somebody gets into trouble, then gets out of it again. People love that story. They never get tired of it.

The artist makes his living by pretending, by putting it in a meaningful hole though no such holes exist.

I'm a painter in my dreams, you know.