We'll just have to get along. That's what people do, you know? They just get along. And try to help each other.

Belief in the supernatural or belief in wild talents like precognition and telepathy and telekinesis and things like that, it seems to me that belief in those things is just very, very freeing.

In the year 2025, the best men don't run for president, they run for their lives. . . .

Somebody asked Somerset Maugham about his place in the pantheon of writers, and he said, "I'm in the very front row of the second rate." I'm sort of haunted by that.

Things were going very fast now. Too fast to suit him. Fantasy and reality had merged.

I've been typed as a horror writer, and I've always said to people, "I don't care what you call me as long as the checks don't bounce and the family gets fed."

It's actually against my religion to laugh at men who are toting guns.