Grandfather's been dead all these years, but if you lifted my skull, by God, in the convolutions of my brain you'd find the big ridges of his thumbprint. He touched me. As I said earlier, he was a sculptor. 'I hate a Roman named Status Quo!' he said to me. 'Stuff your eyes with wonder,' he said, 'live as if you'd drop dead in ten seconds. See the world. It's more fantastic than any dream made or paid for in factories.

The automobile is the most dangerous weapon in our society - cars kill more than wars do.

I have spent my life going from mania to mania. Somehow it has all paid off.

A story should be like a river, flowing and never stopping, your readers passengers on a boat, whirling downstream through constantly refreshing and changing scemery.

Kerosene," he said, because the silence had lengthened, "is nothing but perfume to me.

(...) And metaphors like cats behind your smile, Each one wound up to purr, each one a pride, Each one a fine gold beast you've hid inside (...)

Life shoould be touched, not strangled. You've got to relax, let it happen at times, and at other move forward with it.