The rockets set the bony meadows afire, turned rock to lava, turned wood to charcoal, transmuted water to steam, made sand and silica into green glass which lay like shattered mirrors reflecting the invasion, all about. The rockets came like drums, beating in the night. The rockets came like locusts, swarming and settling in blooms of rosy smoke.

Teachers are to inspire; librarians are to fulfill.

Everything is generated through your own will power.

See the world. It's more fantastic than any dream.

Write. Don't think. Relax.

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.

When I graduated from high school, it was during the Depression and we had no money.