Why then you're as mad as me. No, madder. For I distrust 'reality' and its moron mother, the universe, while you fasten your innocence to fallible devices which pretend at happy endings.

No person ever died that had a family.

It's not going to do any good to land on Mars if we're stupid.

The faster you blurt, the more swiftly you write, the more honest you are.

We are anthill men upon an anthill world.

The answer to all writing, to any career for that matter, is love.

I have total recall. I remember being born. I remember being in the womb, I remember being inside. Coming out was great.