A dance to the music of time.

Writing is a combination of intangible creative fantasy and appallingly hard work.

I get a warm feeling among my books.

Literature illuminates life only for those to whom books are a necessity.

It is not what happens to people that is significant, but what they think happens to them.

One of the worst things about life is not how nasty the nasty people are. You know that already. It is how nasty the nice people can be.

The whole idea of interviews is in itself absurd - one cannot answer deep questions about what one's life was like - one writes novels about it.

One passes through the world knowing few, if any, of the important things about even the people with whom one has been from time to time in the closest intimacy.

Parents. . . are sometimes a bit of a disappointment to their children. They don't fulfil the promise of their early years.

He fell in love with himself at first sight and it is a passion to which he has always remained faithful. Selflove seems so often unrequited.

Books do furnish a room.

I found that disturbing the night's calm ambience was almost as gratifying as the ambience itself.

The man who writes about himself and his own time is the only man who writes about all people and about all time.

After that I jumped, especially being in art school, to the illustrators.

If you aren't having no fun, die, because you're running a worthless program, far as I'm concerned.

People are becoming more environmentally aware and caring more for animals and really wanting to improve their health.

It is not right or manly to lie even about Satan.

I was raised in the '50s. I was taught by my father that how I looked was all that mattered.

Blaming is a way to protect your heart, trying to protect what is soft and open and tender in yourself.

The way to be happy is to make others so.

I only write maybe one or two songs every couple of years that I think are good enough to play alone without other stuff happening.