And of course, in my writing, there is the constant theme of music, love of, preoccupation with, music. Music is the single thread making my life into a coherency.

Death hides within every religion. And at any time it can flash forth-not with healing in its wings but with poison, with that which wounds.

How'd you like to gaze at a beer can throughout eternity? It might not be so bad. There'd be nothing to fear.

My life and creative work are justified and completed by Blade Runner.

Fish cannot carry guns.

Why does a man cry? he wondered. Not like a woman; not for that. Not for sentiment. A man cries over the loss of something, something alive. A man can cry over a sick animal that he knows won't make it. The death of a child: a man can cry for that. But not because things are sad. A man, he thought, cries not for the future or the past but for the present.

Little kids are that way; they feel if their parents aren't watching what they do then what they do isn't real.