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.

Love is the answer to everything. It's the only reason to do anything.

Day, after day, after glorious day, I was falling in love with books.

We Earth Men have a talent for ruining big, beautiful things. The only reason we didn't set up hot-dog stands in the midst of the Egyptian temple of Karnak is because it was out of the way and served no large commercial purpose.

Here at this far lost end of the continent, where the trail wagons had stopped and the people with them.

I think the reason my stories have been so successful is that I have a strong sense of metaphor.

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