I guess that's the story of life: what you most fear never happens, but what you most yearn for never happens either. This is the difference between life and fiction. I suppose it's a good trade-off. But I'm not sure.

That is the artist's job: take mineral rock from dark silent earth, transform it into shining light-reflecting form from sky.

A man is an angel that has gone deranged.

Are we to assist it in gaining power in order to save our lives? Is that the paradox of our earthly situation?

I love you,' Rachael said. 'If I entered a room and found a sofa covered with your hide I'd score very high on the Voigt-Kampff test.

Amazed, Fat said, "She's decomposing and yet she's still giving birth?" "Only to monsters," Dr. Stone said.

Writing is a lonely way of life. You shut yourself up in your study and work and work.