A purpose of human life, no matter who is controlling it, is to love whoever is around to be loved.

Still and all, why bother? Here's my answer. Many people need desperately to receive this message: I feel and think much as you do, care about many of the things you care about, although most people do not care about them. You are not alone.

I've often thought there ought to be a manual to hand to little kids, telling them what kind of planet they're on, why they don't fall off it, how much time they've probably got here, how to avoid poison ivy, and so on.

You don't do art for any other reason than to help your soul grow.

My special situation was that I was the son and grandson of architects. And so I saw building. We were building the city, and that was exciting.

Thank God for novelists. Thank God there are people willing to write everything down. Otherwise, so much would be forgotten.

People are only animals, but special animals. Every animal has fought and killed to survive, even before the dinosaurs. We're the only ones that do it for fun. That's why I don't know about Darwinism. Supposedly evolution and natural selection are all about survival, but we haven't gotten smarter over the years, only more dangerous.