Any carefully planned thing destroys the creativity. You can't think your way through a story; you have to live it. So, you don't build a story; you allow it to explode.

I can write faster on a typewriter than you can on a computer. I do 120 words a minute, and you can't do that on a computer.

Looking back over a lifetime, you see that love was the answer to everything.

I often wonder if God recognizes His own son the way we've dressed him up, or is it dressed him down?

I was doing a terrible thing in using the very books you clung to, to rebut you on every hand, on every point! What traitors books can be! You think they're backing you up, and then they turn on you. Others can use them, too, and there you are, lost in the middle of the moor, in a great welter of nouns and verbs and adjectives.

I want your loves to be multiple. I don't want you to be a snob about anything. Anything you love, you do it.

You don't organize metaphors . . . you explode them.