Is an intelligent human being likely to be much more than a large-scale manufacturer of misunderstanding?

What I would really love to happen to me would be if I came upon an idea that would keep me busy until I die so I wouldn't have to go through the business of thinking up a new book. But I wouldn't mind writing a long book which is going to occupy me for the rest of my life.

I turn sentences around. That's my life. I write a sentence and then I turn it around. Then I look at it and turn it around again.

World War III will be triggered off not by suppressed nationalists seeking political independence, as happened the first time around when the Serbs at Sarajevo shot the heir to the Austrian throne, but by some semiliterate, whacked-out "loner" who lobs a rocket into a nuclear arsenal in order to impress Brooke Shields.

You don't want to repeat yourself for one. You don't want to fall into the clichés for another. And you don't want to be licentious really. You want to be descriptive, if you can be. And you're not setting out to arouse anybody.

For discipline is imposed not just on oneself but on those in one's orbit.

The road to hell is paved with works-in-progress.