It is a lie to write in such way as to be rewarded by fame offered you by some snobbish quasi-literary groups in the intellectual gazettes.

You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you.

I have never listened to anyone who criticized my taste in space travel, sideshows or gorillas. When this occurs, I pack up my dinosaurs and leave the room.

Ours is a culture and a time immensely rich in trash as it is in treasures.

That's the great secret of creativity. You treat ideas like cats: you make them follow you.

We need our Arts to teach us how to breathe

You grow ravenous. You run fevers. You know exhilarations. You can't sleep at night, because your beast-creature ideas want out and turn you in your bed. It is a grand way to live.

I came on the old and best ways of writing through ignorance and experiment and was startled when truths leaped out of brushes like quail before gunshot.

So while our art cannot, as we wish it could, save us from wars, privation, envy, greed, old age, or death, it can revitalize us amidst it all.

We all are rich and ignore the buried fact of accumulated wisdom.

And what, you ask, does writing teach us? First and foremost, it reminds us that we are alive and that it is a gift and a privilege, not a right.

Happily chatting and counting pocket change, patting each other on the back and whistling foolish songs, we go out on the thousand-legged street and miraculously turn into passersby.

Look!" She pointed, a smile on her face. "Wild pigs!""They have razor-sharp tusks, so don't try to hug one.

I have never understood disliking for war. It panders to instincts already catered for within the scope of any respectable domestic establishment.

What mathematics are to matter and force, occult science is to life and consciousness.

He had moved from thought to words, and now from words to actions.

The mind resorts to reason for want of training.

I don't care about crime, I just want to get the guns.

The silence of snow, thought the man sitting just behind the bus driver.

Queen Guenever, for whom I make here a little mention, that while she lived she was a true lover, and therefore she had a good end.

I try to take what's given to me and then mold it to be a better football player.