Every utopia - let's just stick with the literary ones - faces the same problem: What do you do with the people who don't fit in?

The characters [of The Tempest] have always been favorites of mine. It is one of his meditations on art - what it does.

The young habitually mistake lust for love, they're infested with idealism of all kinds.

I think the book you always like best is the one you're about to write.

Nature is to zoos as God is to churches.

I tried to visualize my jealousy as a yellowy-brown cloud boiling around inside me, then going out through my nose like smoke and turning into a stone and falling down into the ground. That did work a little. But in my visualization a plant covered with poison berries would grow out of the stone, whether I wanted it to or not.

I'm from the generation that had the boys' door and the girls' door when you went to school, and you got in big trouble if you went in the wrong one.