We earth men have a talent for ruining big, beautiful things.

He says I'm a regular onion! I keep him busy peeling away the layers.

I don't understand this whole thing about computers and the superhighway. Who wants to be in touch with all of those people?

To feed your Muse, then, you should always have been hungry about life since you were a child. If not, it is a little late to start.

You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you.

I like to watch people. Sometimes I ride the subway all day and look at them and listen to them. I just want to figure out who they are and what they want and where they're going.

We are all . . . children of this universe. Not just Earth, or Mars, or this system, but the whole grand fireworks. And if we are interested in Mars at all, it is only because we wonder over our past and worry terribly about our possible future.