People pursue things. As soon as they have them they run away from them.

When you say words a lot they don't mean anything. Or maybe they don't mean anything anyway, and we just think they do.

Writing is flying in dreams. When you remember. When you can. When it works. It's that easy.

There's not much high and low culture any more: there's just mingling streams of art and what matters is whether it's good art or bad art.

Truly life is wasted on the living.

I was the kind of kid whose parents would drop him off at the local town library on their way to work, and I'd go and work my way through the children's area.

What should I believe? thought Shadow, and the voice came back to him from somewhere deep beneath the world, in a bass rumble: Believe everything.