Give me just enough information so that I can lie convincingly.

Time slowed and reality bent; on and on the eggman went.

The age of the book is not over. No way... But maybe the age of some books is over. People say to me sometimes 'Steve, are you ever going to write a straight novel, a serious novel' and by that they mean a novel about college professors who are having impotence problems or something like that. And I have to say those things just don't interest me. Why? I don't know. But it took me about twenty years to get over that question, and not be kind of ashamed about what I do, of the books I write.

And if you are honest about the words coming out of your characters' mouths, you'll find that you've let yourself in for a fair amount of criticism.

The more you read, the less apt you are to make a fool of yourself with your pen or word processor.

...maybe the world needs a cadre of smartasses to liven things up, who knows?

What happens to the wide-eyed observer when the window between reality and unreality breaks and the glass begins to fly?