For in spite of the snapdragons and the duty millers and the cherry blossoms, it was always winter.

I have discovered that my freedom is within me, and nothing can destroy it.

Writing a novel is not merely going on a shopping expedition across the border to an unreal land: it is hours and years spent in the factories, the streets, the cathedrals of the imagination.

I am not really a writer. I am just someone who is haunted, and I will write the hauntings down.

For your own good is a persuasive argument that will eventually make a man agree to his own destruction.

Very often the law of extremity demands an attention to irrelevance.

It would be nice to travel if you knew where you were going and where you would live at the end or do we ever know, do we ever live where we live, we're always in other places, lost, like sheep.

There is no past or future. Using tenses to divide time is like making chalk marks on water.

Life is hell, but at least there are prizes. Or so one thought.

So we went to bed, assaulted by sleep that fumed at us from medicine glasses, or was wielded from small sweet-coated tablets -- dainty bricks of dream wrapped in the silk stockings of oblivion.

I like to see life with its teeth out.

He really is alone in whatever hell this is.Completely and utterly alone.'It isn't, ' he thinks, as he trudges back toward his house, 'the most unfamiliar feeling in the world.

Because vision appears so effortless, we are like fish challenged to understand water.

it's back to school time. or as home-schoolers call it, stay-where-you-are time.

Bow to your sensei. Bow to your sensei!

When a man opens a car door for his wife, it's either a new car or a new wife. My wife dresses to kill. She cooks the same way.

The world today is made, it is powered by science; and for any man to abdicate an interest in science is to walk with open eyes towards slavery.

Nobody is ever misunderstood at a fireside; he may only be disagreed with.

My mother's a staunch feminist, so I grew up with very strong feminist messages. As a result, I battled her in my teenage years because my image of being a man was a deformed one.

An It bag is an It bag, only if you’re unlikely to possess it.

Journalistic hours are odd and long and often tense, and newsmen seek each other out as natural allies in a world that is so much part of them, but which they visit so randomly.