A person either creates or destroys. There is no neutrality.

The body, she says, is subject to the force of gravity. But the soul is ruled by levity, pure.

Readiness to answer all questions is the infallible sign of stupidity.

All human accomplishment has the same origin, identically. Imagination is a force of nature. Is this not enough to make a person full of ecstasy? Imagination, imagination, imagination.

Live or die but don't poison everything.

You're all alone when you're a writer. Sometimes you just feel you need a humanity bath. Even a ride on the subway will do that. But it's much more interesting to talk about books. After all, that's what life used to be for writers: they talk books, politics, history, America. Nothing has replaced that.

...is the carbon molecule lined with thought?