Human beings can't see anything without wanting to destroy it. That's original sin. And I'm going to destroy it. Death is going to die.

You don't win races by wishing, you win them by running faster than everyone else does.

If you can't think of what to write, tough luck; write anyway.

Looking at them now, thought Jim, you'd never believe they weren't in love with each other, and not with a hopeless, doomed obsession like poor Isabel Meredith. This was what love ought to be like: playful and passionate and teasing, and dangerous, too, with sharp intelligence in it.

Tell him, we are not devils but we have friends who are.

Even if it means oblivion, friends, I'll welcome it, because it won't be nothing. We'll be alive again in a thousand blades of grass, and a million leaves; we'll be falling in the raindrops and blowing in the fresh breeze; we'll be glittering in the dew under the stars and the moon out there in the physical world, which is our true home and always was.

I don't know where my ideas come from, but I know where they come to. They come to my desk, and if I'm not there, they go away again.