Stuff your eyes with wonder.

Well, after all, this is the age of the disposable tissue. Blow your nose on a person, wad them, flush them away, reach for another, blow, wad, flush. Everyone using everyone else's coattails. How are you supposed to root for the home team when you don't even have a program or know the names? For that matter, what color jersey's are they reading as they trot out to the feild?

The first stories I wrote when I was 12 were about Mars and landing on Mars.

Bees do have a smell, you know, and if they don't they should, for their feet are dusted with spices from a million flowers.

I don’t write things to benefit the world. If it happens that they do, swell. I didn’t set out to do that. I set out to have a hell of a lot of fun.

When the wind is right, a faint odor of kerosene is exhaled from Senator McCarthy.

The purpose of fiction is not to nail you to the ground as facts do, but to take you to the edge of the cliff and kick you off so you build your wings on the way down.