I do think that art that doesn't communicate is useless.

Ralph... would treat the day's decisions as though he were playing chess. The only trouble was that he would never be a very good chess player.

He became absorbed beyond mere happiness as he felt himself exercising control over living things. He talked to them, urging them, ordering them. Driven back by the tide, his footprints became bays in which they were trapped and gave him the illusion of mastery.

At the moment of vision, the eyes see nothing.

The greatest ideas are the simplest.

Worse than madness. Sanity.

I do like people to read the books twice, because I write my novels about ideas which concern me deeply and I think are important, and therefore I want people to take them seriously. And to read it twice of course is taking it seriously.