Don't let the bastards grind you down. I repeat this to myself but it conveys nothing. You might as well say, Don't let there be air; or Don't be. I suppose you could say that.

Time is not a thing that passes ... it's a sea on which you float.

Everyone thinks writers must know more about the inside of the human head, but that's wrong. They know less, that's why they write. Trying to find out what everyone else takes for granted.

And yet it disturbs me to learn I have hurt someone unintentionally. I want all my hurts to be intentional.

The animals have no need for speech, why talk when you are a word.

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

Some of the old diseases that we think are gone - case in point, measles - are back, now that somebody has spread around, in a very wicked way, the idea that these inoculations were making children autistic. Now we're getting outbreaks that are killing children. The end result is, if you create a population that lacks immunity, and diseases are still there, you're going to get outbreaks and you're going to get death.