Today we haved touched Mars. There is life on Mars, and it us us-extensions of our eyes in all directions, extensions of our mind, extensions of our heart and soul have touched Mars today. That's the message to look for there: We are on Mars. We are the Martians!

If you write a hundred short stories and they're all bad, that doesn't mean you've failed. You fail only if you stop writing.

Do what you love and love what you do. Don’t do anything for money. Everything should be for love.

You've got to be able to look at your thoughts on paper and discover what a fool you were.

The autumn leaves blew over the moonlit pavement in such a way as to make the girl who was moving there seem fixed to a sliding walk, letting the motion of the wind and the leaves carry her forward. [...] The trees overhead made a great sound of letting down their dry rain.

I don't like the kind of writer who's out to change the world and beat up on people for their own good. Stalin did that and Hitler did that, and to hell with them.

Evil has only the power we give it.