The plants filled the place, a forest of them, with nasty meaty leaves and stalks like the newly washed fingers of dead men.

There ain't no clean way to make a hundred million bucks.... Somewhere along the line guys got pushed to the wall, nice little businesses got the ground cut out from under them... Decent people lost their jobs.... Big money is big power and big power gets used wrong. It's the system.

I'm in a wild mood tonight. I want to go dance in the foam. I hear the banshees calling.

The actual writing is what you live for. The rest is something you have to get through in order to arrive at the point.

The agent never receipts his bill, puts his hat on and bows himself out. He stays around forever, not only for as long as you can write anything that anyone will buy, but as long as anyone will buy any portion of any right to anything that you ever did write. He just takes ten per cent of your life.

She smelled the way the Taj Mahal looks by moonlight.

All reading for pleasure is entertainment.