I thought, writing is everything, it's so much more important than this or that. If only I could give that young man a stern talking to. Having a child changes things quite a bit.

Sacrificing one's life on the altar of literature is in some ways like sacrificing a goat to some malicious spirit. It's not always a humane or necessary decision.

Hollywood is famous for breeding monsters, and having worked in the business, I've known a lot of them. But only intermittently have I ever found them monstrous. They have many other qualities.

Much to my surprise, there's a sense for people in the cable industry that fiction writers might actually be good at script writing. You can write dialogue!

It's hard enough to make a novel a novel. I wouldn't know how to make it something else at the same time

I sometimes get asked if I think about film stuff while I'm writing fiction, and the answer is, of course not.

These are the kind of movies that only a real apparatchik, someone who thinks that corporations are people, could love.

During the 90s, I watched a lot of people getting fat and prosperous, and I thought, culture itself is the casualty of this.

There was a moment when the Berlin Wall came down and some people felt, "Oh capitalism won. That's the ideology we can believe in now."

It's hard to imagine there's a place for great writing inside a multinational conglomerate.

Everybody says, TV is great, the writer has so much power. I'm still trying to convince myself that's true. When do the writers ever have power? Ever? They don't. Even in the book industry.

To Declare Your Stand For Righteousness Is To Eliminate Fear

The problem is that our ideas are sticky: once we produce a theory, we are not likely to change our minds....

All things are within the Circle. That is the very Center of what we believe. If all things are not enclosed, then there is no Circle.

Certain songs have been written years apart, but they have a natural continuity to my mind.

I've had to find my sanity.

If there be fuel prepared, it is hard to tell whence the spark shall come that shall set it on fire.

I like my afterglow with you in motion. I measure time by how your body sways.

Somewhere someone is looking for exactly what you have to offer.

I should have no compassion on these witches; I should burn them all.

Sometimes, and those times are many, wisdom demands that we remain silent. This is such a time.