I think I would like to be in Victorian times. Small town. Bandstands. Summer. That kind of thing. Without disease.

There are millions of ways to not be writing. You say you're not in the mood, you'll pick it up tomorrow.

In eleven or twelve years of writing, Mike, I can lay claim to at least this: I have never written beneath myself. I have never written anything that I didn't want my name attached to. I have probed deeper in some scripts and I've been more successful in some than others. But all of them that have been on, you know, I'll take my lick. They're mine and that's the way I wanted them.

It has forever been thus: So long as men write what they think, then all of the other freedoms - all of them - may remain intact. And it is then that writing becomes a weapon of truth, an article of faith, an act of courage.

I'd rather go along with this sense of illusion that I'm a neutral beast going along through life doing everything that's preordained.

I'm afraid that if I started to ponder who I am and what I am, I might not like what I find.

There is a fifth dimension, beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition.