Hello!" He said hello and then said, "What are you up to now?" "I'm still crazy. The rain feels good. I love to walk in it. "I don't think I'd like that," he said. "You might if you tried." "I never have." She licked her lips. "Rain even tastes good." "What do you do, go around trying everything once?" he asked. "Sometimes twice.

Can't you recognize the human in the inhuman?

Don’t think. Thinking is the enemy of creativity.

Just write every day of your life. Read intensely.

...I mean, you don't just love people, you must LOVE them with exclamation points.

Any carefully planned thing destroys the creativity. You can't think your way through a story; you have to live it. So, you don't build a story; you allow it to explode.

This was all he wanted now. Some signs that the immense world would accept him and give him the long time he needed to think all the things that must be thought.