What are you up to now?" "I'm sill crazy. The rain feels good. I love to walk in it.

The zipper displaces the button and a man lacks just that much time to think while dressing at dawn, a philosophical hour, and thus a melancholy hour.

Every day is Christmas Day to a dog.

In my later years I have looked in the mirror each day and found a happy person staring back. Occasionally I wonder why I can be so happy. The answer is that every day of my life I've worked only for myself and for the joy that comes from writing and creating. The image in my mirror is not optimistic, but the result of optimal behavior.

To solve the drug problem, we have to start at the root - first grade. If a boy has all the toys in his head that reading can give him, and you hook him into science fiction, then you've got the future secured.

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

When I finished [writing it], I was crying. I knew at long last, after ten years of trying, I had written something good.