I don't feel, God dictated that I should write.

Somewhere between apathy and anarchy lies the thinking human being.

Infinitely more taboos, on television.

I don't have any system. I dictate a lot, through a machine, and I also have a secretary. But I used to type just like everybody else.

This highway leads to the shadowy tip of reality: you're on a through route to the land of the different, the bizarre, the unexplainable...Go as far as you like on this road. Its limits are only those of mind itself. Ladies and Gentlemen, you're entering the wondrous dimension of imagination. . . Next stop The Twilight Zone.

I don't believe in reincarnation. That's a cop-out, I know. I don't really want to be reincarnated.

Imagination... its limits are only those of the mind itself.