Nothing I did where the only reason for doing it was the money was ever worth it, except as bitter experience.

I'm sure there's an alternate universe where I got to become a pulpy science fiction writer.

I must confess, I have always wondered what lay beyond life, my dear. Yeah, everybody wonders. And sooner or later everybody gets to find out.

The stuff you bring back from dreams is free.

For me, the glory of my first 25 years as a writer was I could put things off as long as I wanted.

This is a work of fiction. All the characters in it, human and otherwise, are imaginary, excepting only certain of the fairy folk, whom it might be unwise to offend by casting doubts on their existence. Or lack thereof.

I'd love to write some porn, but I don't know if I have the right engines. When I was a young man and I was tempted to write porn, imaginary parents would appear over my shoulder and read what I was writing; just about the point that I managed to banish the imaginary parents, real children would lean over my shoulder and read what I was writing.