If your brains were dynamite there wouldn't be enough to blow your hat off.

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

My ancestors were Freethinkers - and that's what I am, except we're called secular humanists now.

It is a very mixed blessing to be brought back from the dead.

A committee of three can accomplish much if two don't show up.

The world is too serious. To get mad at a work of art-because maybe somebody, somewhere is blowing his stack over what I've done-is like getting mad at a hot fudge sundae.

It is just an illusion here on Earth that one moment follows another one, like beads on a string, and that once a moment is gone, it is gone forever.