Excess is excrement, ... Excrement retained in the body is a poison.

If you see a whole thing - it seems that it's always beautiful. Planets, lives... But up close a world's all dirt and rocks. And day to day, life's a hard job, you get tired, you lose the pattern.

You sit down and you do it, and you do it, and you do it, until you have learned to do it.

Life goes on, even if two-headed and glowing faintly in the dark.

If eternity had a season, it would be midsummer. Autumn, winter, spring are all change and passage, but at the height of summer the year stands poised. It's only a passing moment, but even as it passes the heart knows it cannot change.

Crankish attacks on the freedom to read are common at present. When backed and coordinated by organized groups, they become sinister.

If you want your writing to be taken seriously, don't marry and have kids, and above all, don't die. But if you have to die, commit suicide. They approve of that.