Melt all the guns, I thought, break the knives, burn the guillotines-and the malicious will still write letters that kill.

Facts are not interesting to me.

We have everything we need to be happy but we aren't happy. Something is missing... It is not books you need, it's some of the things that are in books. The magic is only in what books say, how they stitched the patches of the universe together into one garment for us.

Time is so strange and life is twice as strange.

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

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.

I think the only way we can grow and get on in this world is to accept the fact we're not perfect and live accordingly.