How real is any of the past, being every moment revalued to make the present possible.

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

That was Youth with its reckless exuberance when all things were possible pursued by Age where we are now, looking back at what we destroyed, what we tore away from that self who could do more, and its work that's become my enemy because that's what I can tell you about, that Youth who could do anything.

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.

If you want to make a million you don't have to understand money, what you have to understand is people's fears about money

Everybody has that feeling when they look at a work of art and it's right, that sudden familiarity, a sort of...recognition, as though they were creating it themselves, as though it were being created through them while they look at it or listen to it.

There is nothing more distressing or tiresome than a writer standing in front of an audience and reading his work.