Read a lot, write a lot is the great commandment.

I believe that the combination of pencil and memory creates a kind of practical magic, and magic is dangerous.

He could feel the pores of his body open like a million mouths and slurp the water in like a sponge.

The concept of dreaming is known to the waking mind but to the dreamer there is no waking, no real world, no sanity; there is only the screaming bedlam of sleep.

I guess when you turn off the main road, you have to be prepared to see some funny houses.

I think it is harder to write a story that appeals to the intellect. But, when you tie onto one, you can do it quite deeply. It really depends on the type of idea you have to begin with.

He had a massive stroke. He died with his tie on. Do you think that could be our generation's equivalent of that old saying about dying with your boots on?