I don't need an alarm clock. My ideas wake me.

God, how we get our fingers in each other's clay. That's friendship, each playing the potter to see what shapes we can make of each other.

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

Well, after all, this is the age of the disposable tissue. Blow your nose on a person, wad them, flush them away, reach for another, blow, wad, flush. Everyone using everyone else's coattails. How are you supposed to root for the home team when you don't even have a program or know the names? For that matter, what color jersey's are they reading as they trot out to the feild?

You don't have to burn books to destroy a culture. Just get people to stop reading them.

People who take books on sex to bed become frigid. You get self-conscious. You can't think a story. You can't think, "I shall do a story to improve mankind." Well, it's nonsense. All the great stories, all the really worthwhile plays, are emotional experiences. If you have to ask yourself whether or not you love a girl or you love a boy, forget it. You don't. A story is the same way. You either feel a story and need to write it, or you better not write it.

Putting out the stars and extinguishing the sun.