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

When you grow up in science fiction you grow up in everything! It's the greatest and only field worth growing up in. It's the total field.

But you can't make people listen. They have to come round in their own time, wondering what happened and why the world blew up around them. It can't last.

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.

If we try to deny the darkness in our souls then we'll become completely dark.

We have everything we need to be happy, but we aren't happy. Something's missing.

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