Maybe the hardened clay was not as ugly as I had thought. Maybe what I resented was the color my father had painted me. The time had come to sand away some of that dreadful stain.

Only God is awesome.

Being in the country is like being in a dream—one doesn't quite know who one is. There is an anonymity to it all—that strange human creature that is me, one among all.

Rock 'n' roll will never die. There'll always be some arrogant little brat who wants to make music with a guitar.

I am acutely aware of the fact that the marriage between mathematics and physics, which was so enormously fruitful in past centuries, has recently ended in divorce.

If he does that, he will be the greatest man in the world.

The way I look at stories is often from far outside, like a god's point of view, and also very, very subjective.