Libraries are the center of our lives. There's no use going to a university if you don't live at the library..

The first thing a writer should be is - excited. He should be a thing of fevers and enthusiasms. Without such vigor, he might as well be out picking ….

Night had come on like the closing of a great but gentle eye..

Why love the woman who is your wife? Her nose breathes in the air of a world that I know; therefore I love that nose. Her ears hear music I might sin….

I like to smell things and look at things, and sometimes stay up all night, walking, and watch the sun rise..

No," said a voice, "the only thing wrong on a night like that is that there is a world and you must come back to it..

You ask Why to a lot of things and you wind up very unhappy indeed, if you keep at it. The poor girl's better off dead.

My tunes and numbers are here. They have filled my years, the years when I refused to die. And in order to do that I wrote, I wrote, I wrote, at noon….

We are the miracle of force and matter making itself over into imagination and will..

Far away, in the meadow, shadows flickered in the Mirror's Maze, as if parts of someone's life, yet unborn, were trapped there, waiting to be lived..

I did what most writers do at their beginnings: emulated my elders, imitated my peers, thus turning away from any possibility of discovering truths b….

Those who don't build must burn. It's as old as history and juvenile delinquents..

I’ve learned that by doing things, things get done..

The huge round lunar clock was a gristmill. Shake down all the grains of Time—the big grains of centuries, and the small grains of years, and the tin….

The rockets set the bony meadows afire, turned rock to lava, turned wood to charcoal, transmuted water to steam, made sand and silica into green glas….

Suddenly the day was gone, night came out from under each tree and spread..

I'm being ironic. Don't interrupt a man in the midst of being ironic, it's not polite. There!.

Have you ever watched the jet cars race on the boulevard?...I sometimes think drivers don’t know what grass is, or flowers, because they never see th….

You can't try to do things; you simply must do them..

Don't think. Thinking is the enemy of creativity. It's self-conscious, and anything self-conscious is lousy. You can't try to do things. You simply m….

I prefer to see myself as the Janus, the two-faced god who is half Pollyanna and half Cassandra, warning of the future and perhaps living too much in….