We were put here as witnesses to the miracle of life. We see the stars, and we want them. We are beholden to give back to the universe. If we make landfall on another star system, we become immortal.

It's lack that gives us inspiration. It's not fullness.

Too late, I found you can't wait to become perfect, you got to go out and fall down and get up with everybody else.

What are you up to now?" "I'm sill crazy. The rain feels good. I love to walk in it.

Get rid of those friends of yours who make fun of you and don't believe in you. And when you leave here tonight, go home, make a phone call and fire them. Anyone that doesn't believe in you and your future, to hell with them.

Writing is like sex. You have to save your love for the love object. If you go around spouting about your idea, there'll be no "charge" left. You can't father children that way.

You don't read in your own field. You read in that field when you're young, so that you can learn.