My personal telephone book is a book of the dead now. I'm so old. Almost all of my friends have died, and I don't have the guts to take their names out of the book.

We are living in a time when flowers are trying to live on flowers, instead of on good rain and black loam.

That's the great secret of creativity. You treat ideas like cats: you make them follow you.

I think the reason my stories have been so successful is that I have a strong sense of metaphor.

See the world. It's more fantastic than any dream.

And the odd think in Dad's voice was the sound truth makes being said.

We're all watching each other, so there's no chance for censorship. The main problem is the idiot TV. If you watch local news, your head will turn to mush.