There was always a minority afraid of something, and a great majority afraid of the dark, afraid of the future, afraid of the past, afraid of the present, afraid of themselves and shadows of themselves

The sun burnt every day. It burnt time.

We do need knowledge. And perhaps in a thousand years we might pick smaller cliffs to jump off. The books are to remind us what asses and fools we are.

He felt his smile slide away, melt, fold over and down on itself like a tallow skin, like the stuff of a fantastic candle burning too long and now collapsing and now blown out.

Time was a film run backward. Suns fled and ten million moons fled after them.

That's the great secret of creativity. You treat ideas like cats: you make them follow you.

Do three things each night before you go to bed: read a poem, read a short story, read an essay.