what is an imaginary friend? are there also imaginary enemies?

I think of images as an immune system and a transit system.

If it is your time, love will track you down like a cruise missile.

I've gotten a lot of livid letters about the awfulness of my work. I've never known what to make of it. Why do people bother to write if they hate what I do?

Going on Letterman is like going off the high dive. It's exhilarating, but after a while it wasn't the kind of thrill I enjoyed.

I used to live a very social life and never spend much solitary time looking at birds or reading.

The only reason we find structure in stories is because it's there naturally in human interaction, and in the way that people tell stories.