I'm sufficiently independent to know that I can live well and comfortably all the rest of my life whether I'm rejected or not.

I would guess that Ray Bradbury would be equally resentful of what they did with Illustrated Man, which, you know, took a central idea thesis of his and pissed all over it - made it into one of the worst movies ever made.

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.

In almost everything I've written there is a thread of this: man's seemingly palpable need to dislike someone other than himself.

You can be a hunchback and a dwarf and what-all. If you write beautifully, you can write beautifully.

If you write beautifully, you write beautifully, that's all.