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.

You unlock the door with the key of imagination.

I remember the first sale I made was a hundred and fifty dollars for a radio script, and, as poor as I was, I didn't cash the check for three months. I kept showing it to people.

I guess we all have a little vaunting itch for immortality, I guess that must be it.

Bias and prejudice make me angry...more than anything.

The tools of conquest do not necessarily come with bombs and explosions and fallout. There are weapons that are simply thoughts, attitudes, prejudices . . . . And the pity of it is that these things cannot be confined to the Twilight Zone.

Being like everybody is the same as being nobody.