I think hard times are coming when we will be wanting the voices of writers who can see alternatives to how we live now and can see through our fear-stricken society and its obsessive technologies to other ways of being, and even imagine some real grounds for hope. We will need writers who can remember freedom. Poets, visionaries-the realists of a larger reality.

What you select from, in order to tell your story, is nothing less than everything. What you build up your world from, your local, intelligible rational, coherent world, is nothing less than everything. . . . . All human knowledge is local. Every life, each human life is local, is arbitrary, the infinitesimal momentary glitter of a reflection.

We like to think we live in daylight, but half the world is always dark, and fantasy, like poetry, speaks the language of the night.

It is very hard for evil to take hold of the unconsenting soul.

Sure, it's simple, writing for kids... Just as simple as bringing them up.

When action grows unprofitable, gather information; when information grows unprofitable, sleep.

He was appalled by the examination system, when it was explained to him, he could not imagine a greater detterent to the natural wish to learn than this pattern of cramming in information and disgorging it on demand.