It was the possibility of darkness that made the day seem so bright.

I am, when you stop to think of it, a member of a fairly select group: the final handful of American novelists who learned to read and write before they learned to eat a daily helping of video bullshit.

I believe most people are essentially good. I know that I am. It's you I'm not entirely sure of.

Language does not always have to wear a tie and lace-up shoes. The object of fiction isn't grammatical correctness but to make the reader welcome and then tell a story... To make him/her forget, whenever possible, that he/she is reading a story at all.

God turned out to be a bunch of bad little kids playing interstellar Xbox. Isn't that funny?

There is no Idea Dump, no Story Central, no Island of the Buried Bestsellers; good stories seem to come quite literally from nowhere, sailing at you right out of the empty sky.

The mystery of the universe is not time but size.