If you were a real fascistic society and you had a vocal minority that was shouting, "Stop this, stop that, stop the other thing," what you would say is, "Let's give them all the drugs they want." In a lot of states, something very much like that happened. They lowered the drinking age to eighteen and said, "Get juiced."

Well, I'm like a drug addict, I'm always saying I'm going to stop, and then I don't, what I've said consistently is that I hope I know when to stop: when it starts to get repetitive.

Books are a uniquely portable magic.

Our memories have voices, too. Often sad ones that clamor like raised arms in the dark.

You can't deny laughter; when it comes, it plops down in your favorite chair and stays as long as it wants.

If I have to spend time in purgatory before going to one place or the other, I guess I'll be all right as long as there's a lending library.

If you were seeing a lot of horseshit, there had to be a pony in the vicinity.