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!

And besides, I like to cry. After I cry hard it's like it's morning again and I'm starting the day over.

We need not to be let alone. We need to be really bothered once in a while.

You've got to jump off cliffs and build your wings on the way down.

To feed your Muse, then, you should always have been hungry about life since you were a child. If not, it is a little late to start.

All of the good, weird stories I’ve written are based on things I’ve dredged out of my subconscious. That’s the real stuff. Everything else is fake.

Like every beginner, I have thought you could beat, pummel and thrash an idea into existence. Under such treatment, of course, any decent idea folds up its paws, turns on its back, fixes its eyes on eternity, and dies.