The mosquitos were gone from the porch, and surely when they abandoned the conflict the war with Time was really done, there was nothing for it but that humans also forsake the battleground.

You don't have to burn books to destroy a culture. Just get people to stop reading them.

Living at risk is jumping off the cliff and building your wings on the way down.

Jump, and you will find out how to unfold your wings as you fall.

Looking back over a lifetime, you see that love was the answer to everything.

Don't think. Thinking is the enemy of creativity. It's self-conscious, and anything self-conscious is lousy. You can't try to do things. You simply must do things.

Sometimes you just have to jump out the window and grow wings on the way down.

I know you've heard it a thousand times before. But it's true - hard work pays off. If you want to be good, you have to practice, practice, practice. If you don't love something, then don't do it.

Insanity is relative. It depends on who has who locked in what cage.

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

Write a short story every week. It's not possible to write 52 bad short stories in a row.

Is there an end to learning?

Sometimes you can know too much. A lot of brainy people like Stephen Fry are quite depressive.

Would you let the aliens land, please? They might be here to pick me up.

I learned how to sign because when I was growing up in California in order to get into college you needed two semesters of language to get into a University of California school.

There are worse situations than drowning in cash and sitting, sitting, sitting. I remember when I wasn’t awash in cash — and I don’t want to go back.

I don't want to live in a world where I just kind of play on my naïveté - well if I don't know it, then it doesn't exist.

I figured that, if you do a vampire movie in Hollywood, you've made it.

I've never done anything half-heartedly. It's the reason my comics did well. It's the reason my comics were drawn well. I can't do anything bad.

Truth hurts. Maybe not as much as jumping on a bicycle with the seat missing, but it hurts.

The first act's doubtful, but we say, it is the last commends the play.