That's the fine balance of a fiction writer...to be able to give your characters enough freedom to surprise you and yet still maintain some kind of artistic control.

The world is moving faster and faster, but where are we going?I think one of the reasons why things are getting blurry is because there is not much meaning.

If a person holds no ambitions in this world, he suffers unknowingly. If a person holds ambitions, he suffers knowingly, but very slowly.

We live in a highly polarized society. We need to try to understand each other in respectful ways. To that end, I believe that we should make room for both spiritual atheists and thinking believers.

-But rational thoughts lead only to rational thoughts, whereas irrational thoughts lead to new experiences.

All writers have roots they draw from - travel, work, family. My roots are in science and it is fertile ground for fiction.

The urge to discover, to invent, to know the unknown, seems so deeply human that we cannot imagine our history without it.

Sadness is no more than a bit of acid transfixed in the cerebellum.

While people brood, time skips ahead without looking back.

Everyone shares the same fate.

The world is moving faster and faster, but where are we going?

Great leaders die empty. They live to offload everything they put in them! Don’t die with your books in your mind unpublished!

To carry a secret is to play with fire. Try to pass it on and you'd risk hurting someone else. Hold on to it and eventually you'd get burned.

They say some of my stars drink whiskey. But I have found that the ones who drink milkshakes don't win many ball games.

To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, One clover, and a bee, And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.

We humans seem disastrously in love with this thing (whatever it is) that glitters on the earth-- we call it life.

I was really freaked out when I heard that Cookie Monster was going to be changed to Veggie Monster, but that turned out to be a lie.

You're not a star until they can spell your name in Karachi.

Let the ruling classes tremble at a communist revolution. The proletarians have nothing to lose but their chains. They have a world to win. Workingmen of all countries, unite!

[Advice to Bessie Smith:] Let your soul do the singin'.

Like when I'm singing live I can't hear myself. I'm just listening to the rest of the band. To listen to my voice, it doesn't even feel like it's me.