A man ... needs to get out in the open air and sweat and blow off the stink.

We continually use stories to hold up as mirrors to ourselves.

A man ... needs to get out in the open air and sweat and blow off the stink.

The specific danger is us; we are rampant; this earth is our only friend; we are destroying it increment by increment at a horrific rate. We must understand that we can't buy it back.

Writing is a funny business. You sit in your room and listen to voices and write everything down. What kind of a profession is that?

Don't worry about meaning. If a story's any good, it can't help but have meaning. Let the PhDs tell you what your story means.

We live in stories. What we are is stories. We do things because of what is called character, and our character is formed by the stories we learn to live in.