If science fiction is the mythology of modern technology, then its myth is tragic.

The creative adult is the child who has survived.

People who deny the existence of dragons are often eaten by dragons. From within.

The only thing that makes life possible is permanent, intolerable uncertainty; not knowing what comes next.

Those who build walls are their own prisoners. I'm going to go fulfill my proper function in the social organism. I'm going to unbuild walls.

I doubt that the imagination can be suppressed. If you truly eradicated it in a child, he would grow up to be an eggplant.

We read books to find out who we are. What other people, real or imaginary, do and think and feel... is an essential guide to our understanding of what we ourselves are and may become.

There have been great societies that did not use the wheel, but there have been no societies that did not tell stories.

Love doesn't just sit there, like a stone; it has to be made, like bread, remade all the time, made new.

It is good to have an end to journey towards; but it is the journey that matters, in the end.

You cannot buy the revolution. You cannot make the revolution. You can only be the revolution. It is in your spirit, or it is nowhere.

I may be taller than her on my knees. Does she need a man she can climb?

When I was a kid, I did many sports. Judo, like my dad, but also volleyball, handball, and gymnastics. We never played much football.

Part of being an artist is being willing to be shocked, being willing to be surprised, being willing to be hurt.

The cloudy weather melts at length into beauty, and the brightest smiles of the heart are born of its tears.

If we cannot live so as to be happy, let us at least live so as to deserve it.

The beauty one can find in art is one of the pitifully few real and lasting products of human endeavour. The beauty endures. A work of art lives...through the generations and centuries.

If someone writes a nice review of my record, I feel like I should take them out to dinner or go over and clean their apartment.

The heart of man is "deceitful and desperately wicked."

Being married to a psychologist, I realize that I learn more from imperfections.