The image of a cleanly, self-possessed man exploiting his solitude was not easy to come by, but then he had not expected that it would be.

It was a splendid summer morning and it seemed as if nothing could go wrong.

I was here on earth because I chose to be.

Standing in the rain outside the door of Percy’s old house, we seemed bound together not by blood and not by love but by a sense that the world and its works were hostile.

Percy must have perceived, early in her marriage, that her husband’s lechery was compulsive and incurable, but she was determined, like any other lover, to authenticate her suspicion.

When you get to be as old and as rich as I am, it’s hard to meet people.

But...he's a demon. Isn't that sort of the main category of Things to Smite?

I hate rushing the creative process, but there could definitely be a lot worse lots in life.

Everyone loves a conspiracy.

I believe in the healing restorative power of art and communication. And so that's probably my rule. But that doesn't apply to bedtimes. And stuff like that.

I don't have any relationship with God and I've never wanted it. I don't believe in fate or in any superior entity; if a plane crashes and people die, it's not because Heaven said so.

Not writing is probably the most exhausting profession I've ever encountered. It takes it out of you. It's very psychically wearing not to write - I mean if you're supposed to be writing.

Geometry existed before the creation. It is co-eternal with the mind of God...Geometry provided God with a model for the Creation.

Elvis was the reason I picked up the guitar.

A long-playing full shot is what always separates the men from the boys. Anybody can make movies with a pair of scissors and a two-inch lens.

When you talk and think of the Absolute, you have to do it in the relative; so all these logical arguments apply.