Innocence could be considered a discrete state of mind.

I'm disturbed when people let superstition, magical thinking, extreme conspiracy theories and so on blur their minds.

As far as I know Misha wrote the first cyberpunk poetry.

I'm cursed with empathy. I'm also by nature way too opinionated.

A man must make of his life a ladder that he never ceases to climb -- if you're not rising, you are slipping down the rungs, my friend.

I get drunk writing words. I don't drink or do drugs, but I get so carried away with writing that I get inebriated from it.

I'm incapable of writing without social commentary. I like to think that it's integrated and not really heavy handedly didactic.

I do try to be of some use in the world. I sometimes do volunteer work with kids, and manage to help some people a little, but really making a significant difference can be hard.

I'm just the kind of person who seems designed, probably by nature, to try to make a difference.

I'm trying to trick people into thinking about the unthinkable by using pop culture images.

I do sometimes watch 'Dr. Who' and while the stories barely make sense, if at all, the doctor is such great company I don't care.

If you didn’t fall down, you would never have learned how to pick yourself up.

Dave learned that Death is the opposite of peace: it’s struggle, it’s ugly, it’s horrific, it’s dirty. And ultimately, Death is emptiness.

You never observe a great intellectual movement in Europe in which the Jews do NOT greatly participate. The first Jesuits were Jews.

What best defines a child is the total inability to receive information from anything not plugged in.

Out-of-control emotions can make smart people stupid.

A master of straw eates a servant of steele.

All dreams reflect inborn creativity and ability to face and solve life's problems.

I try to bear pain and not panic. I try to remember that it's got an expiration date, even if I don't know when that expiration date is. And I try to use it as fuel for my work.

Even behind prison walls I can see the heavy clouds and the blue sky over the horizon

In deep sadness there is no place for sentimentality. It is as final as the mountains: a fact. There it is. When you realize it you cannot complain.