Way out in the country tonight he could smell the pumpkins ripening toward the knife and the triangle eye and the singeing candle.

My job is to help you fall in love.

I don't need an alarm clock. My ideas wake me.

Do you ever read any of the books you burn?" He laughed. "That's against the law!" "Oh. Of course.

If you stuff yourself full of poems, essays, plays, stories, novels, films, comic strips, magazines, music, you automatically explode every morning like Old Faithful. I have never had a dry spell in my life, mainly because I feed myself well, to the point of bursting. I wake early and hear my morning voices leaping around in my head like jumping beans. I get out of bed to trap them before they escape.

You should love literature. You should live in the library. Forget about films.

Reality and Fiction are different in that fiction has to make sense.