Myths can't be translated as they did in their ancient soil. We can only find our own meaning in our own time.

For me the experience of writing is really an experience of losing control.... I think it's very much like dreaming or like surfing. You go out there and wait for a wave, and when it comes it takes you somewhere and you don't know where it'll go.

If all fossil fuel were to go POOF! tomorrow, the result would be a cataclysmic social upheaval, with food riots, warlords, shutdowns, breakdown of social order, water shortages, and outbreaks of bloodshed and disease.

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.

His father was self-made, but his mother was constructed by others, and such edifices are notoriously fragile.

When things are really dismal, you can laugh, or you can cave in completely.

You can forget who you are if you're alone too much.