I appreciate all of the attention I get in my career. I am a loner and live a rather secluded life so sometimes I do get overwhelmed, but I am always very appreciative of everything, and honored.

I am the epitome of a walking contradiction for various reasons, only one of which being that I feel my existence is of heaven and hell.

It is normal for me to wake and find myself writing in the dark... or to be out of my tomb, caught in an unearthly world, alive with the images that haunt me.

When I write I simply follow my heart. And my flights of fantasy. It is not done with a conscious effort. I'm continually inspired and write reflexively.

We all struggle alone through the ten thousand joys and ten thousand sorrows of our lives.

I want true love in this life, and true contentment and peace. But maybe the only way I can find those things is to let go of the belief that this life is my reality.

Where are you taking me?” Abby asked from the passenger seat of the pickup.

From an operating system research point of view, Unix is if not dead certainly old stuff, and it's clear that people should be looking beyond it.

The illusion of selfhood, ego, a separate identity is false.

I wonder if "an" ever occurs before "haughty" except in a quotation, or whether you can make anything sound like a quotation by adding a word like "goeth"?

There's nothing undignified about lying about all day and being waited on by servants, sipping bloody champagne.

Yielding is the manner of the Way.

I'm proud to be part of any Olympic team.

You always want to walk a tight-rope of flavor

We are born in this world to lose as well as to gain, to have happiness as well as misery. Enrich your mind by understanding this and improve, gaining stability thereby.

People often ask how I got interested in the brain; my rhetorical answer is: 'How can anyone NOT be interested in it?' Everything you call 'human nature' and consciousness arises from it.