It's hard to have anything isn't it? Rare to get it, hard to keep it. This is a damn slippery planet.

Good-bye Clarice. Will you let me know if ever the lambs stop screaming?" "Yes." Pembry was taking her arm. It was go or fight him. "Yes," she said. "I'll tell you." "Do you promise?""Yes.

I love myself that much and I will never apologize to you.

There is a common emotion we all recognize and have not yet named -- the happy anticipation of being able to feel contempt.

One can only see what one observes, and one observes only things which are already in the mind.

Hannibal at eighteen was rooting for Mephistopheles and contemptuous of Faust, but he only half-listened to the climax. He was watching and breathing Lady Murasaki...

Writing novels is the hardest thing I've ever done, including digging irrigation ditches.