You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you.

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

The ability to fantasize is the ability to survive, and the ability to fantasize is the ability to grow

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

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.

The sun burnt every day. It burnt Time. The world rushed in a circle and turned on its axis and time was busy burning the years and the people anyway, without any help from him. So if he burnt things with the firemen, and the sun burnt Time, that meant everything burnt!

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.