She was beautiful, but she was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful.

I really don't know what "I love you" means. I think it means "Don't leave me here alone.

Rain in the graveyard, and the world puddled into blurred reflections.

We have an obligation to make things beautiful. Not to leave the world uglier than we found it, not to empty the oceans, not to leave our problems for the next generation.

I always figure there are novels and short stories, and in those, I'm God. No one tells me what to do. I don't have to lose a page, or cut anything, it's just mine. Then there are other things where you're up against realities.

Tools, of course, can be the subtlest of traps.

[I spent] much of my time reminding Matt Groening that I really need to be a head in a jar on Futurama.