The Universe has shouted itself alive. We are one of the shouts.
In order for a thing to be horrible it has to suffer a change you can recognize.
So it was the hand that started it all . . . His hands had been infected, and soon it would be his arms . . . His hands were ravenous.
I don't have a computer. A computer's a typewriter. I already have a typewriter.
A single face turned upward toward all Time One flesh, one ecstasy, one peace.
I love writing, it's the center of my life. If you don't love what you do, you'd better find something else to love. Otherwise, you don't have a reason for living.