How some of the writers I come across get through their books without dying of boredom is beyond me.

We're comic. We're all comics. We live in a comic time. And the worse it gets the more comic we are.

Why do you treat me as they do, as though I were exactly what I want to be. Why do we treat people that way?

It is the bliss of childhood that we are being warped most when we know it the least.

What’s any artist, but the dregs of his work?

Stupidity is the deliberate cultivation of ignorance.

I see the player piano as the grandfather of the computer, the ancestor of the entire nightmare we live in, the birth of the binary world where there is no option other than yes or no and where there is no refuge.