Do you understand now why books are hated and feared? Because they reveal the pores on the face of life. The comfortable people want only the faces of the full moon, wax, faces without pores, hairless, expressionless.

I define science fiction as the art of the possible. Fantasy is the art of the impossible.

Fame and money are gifts given to us only after we have gifted the world with our best, our lonely, our individual truths.

Ideas result from the collision of metaphors inside the head.

The local TV news is the greatest danger in your life. It's all crap.

It was only the other night everything was fine and the next thing I know Im drowning. How many times can a man go down and still be alive? I can't breathe

I am madness maddened when it comes to books, writers, and the great granary silos where their wits are stored.