Most of us can't rush around, talk to everyone, know all the cities of the world, we haven't time, money or that many friends. The things you're look….

The Greek philosophies teach us that we are a combination of dark and light, good and evil, and murderer and savior, hmm? And until we know this comp….

Reality and Fiction are different in that fiction has to make sense..

...if you are writing without zest, without gusto, without love, without fun, you are only half a writer. It means you are so busy keeping one eye on….

From now on I hope always to educate myself as best I can. But lacking this, in future I will relaxedly turn back to my secret mind to see what it ha….

Screenplays are not writing. They're a fake form of writing. It's a lot of dialogue and very little atmosphere. Very little description. Very little ….

My gosh, if you’re going away, we got a million things to talk about! All the things we would’ve talked about next month, the month after! Praying ma….

He says I'm a regular onion! I keep him busy peeling away the layers..

All of us, no matter how we look born into this world, feel something like the Hunchback. It doesn't matter if you have a beautiful face or not..

The only science fiction I have written is Fahrenheit 451. It's the art of the possible. Science fiction is the art of the possible. It could happen.….

The train skimmed on softly, slithering, black pennants fluttering, black confetti lost on its own sick-sweet candy wind, down the hill, with the two….

...We're allotted a little space on earth and that we survive in that wilderness that can take back what it has given, as easily as blowing its breat….

Love what you do and do what you love..

Bees do have a smell, you know, and if they don't they should, for their feet are dusted with spices from a million flowers..

It's lack that gives us inspiration. It's not fullness..

I'm numb and I'm tired. Too much has happened today. I feel as if I'd been out in a pounding rain for forty-eight hours without an umbrella or a coat….

Not to write, for many of us, is to die..

He stood breathing, and the more he breathed the land in, the more he was filled up with all the details of the land. He was not empty. There was mor….

I am a child of the poisonous wind that copulated with the East River on an oil-slick, garbage infested midnight. I turn about on my own parentage. I….

Digression is the soul of wit. Take the philosophic asides away from Dante, Milton or Hamlet's father's ghost and what stays is dry bones..

Science fiction is a great way to pretend you are writing about the future when in reality you are attacking the recent past and the present. You can….