When people start talking about their bowel movements, they are inexorable as the processes of which they speak.

I am not a person and I am not an animal. There is something I am here for something I must do before I can go.

Yes, for all of us in the Shakespeare Squadron, writing is just that: not an escape from reality, but an attempt to change reality.

I read a lot of books for information, like doctor books, spy books. . . .

Writers, like elephants, have long, vicious memories. There are things I wish I could forget.

If the soft machine works, don't fix it. If it works, don't fix it.

They tend to be suspicious, bristly, paranoid-type people with huge egos they push around like some elephantiasis victim with his distended testicles in a wheelbarrow terrified no doubt that some skulking ingrate of a clone student will sneak into his very brain and steal his genius work.