Mankind flung its advance agents ever outward, ever outward. Eventually it flung them out into space, into the colorless, tasteless, weightless sea of outwardness without end. It flung them like stones.

He was seemingly born not only with a gift for language, but with a particularly nasty clock which makes him go crazy every three years or so.

I taught writing for a while and whenever somebody would tell me they were going to write about their dad, I would tell them they might as well go write about killing puppies because neither story was going to work. It just doesn't work.

The most damning revelation you can make about yourself is that you do not know what is interesting and what is not.

She broke my heart. I didn't like that much. But that was the price. In this world, you get what you pay for.

We are healthy only to the extent that our ideas are humane.

Everything about life is a joke. Don't you know that?