We have too many cellphones. We've got too many internets. We have got to get rid of those machines. We have too many machines now.

(...) And metaphors like cats behind your smile, Each one wound up to purr, each one a pride, Each one a fine gold beast you've hid inside (...)

Hello!" He said hello and then said, "What are you up to now?" "I'm still crazy. The rain feels good. I love to walk in it. "I don't think I'd like that," he said. "You might if you tried." "I never have." She licked her lips. "Rain even tastes good." "What do you do, go around trying everything once?" he asked. "Sometimes twice.

You can write a short story in two hours. Two hours a day, you have a novel in a year

You ask Why to a lot of things and you wind up very unhappy indeed, if you keep at it. The poor girl's better off dead

We are the miracle of force and matter making itself over into imagination and will.

I don't believe in government. I hate politics. I'm against it. And I hope that sometime this fall, we can destroy part of our government, and next year destroy even more of it. The less government, the happier I will be.