The would-bees take their honey from the flowers of creation.

Literature boils with the madcap careers of writers brought to the edge by the demands of living on their nerves, wringing out their memories and their nightmares to extract meaning, truth, beauty.

The steady pressure to consume, absorb, participate, receive, by eye, ear, mouth, and mail involves a cruelty to intestines, blood pressure, and psyche unparalleled in history.

Catastrophe and desire are linked in our lives as the moon is linked to that reflected light from the sun which enables the eye to see it.

Conformity is inevitable when folks huddle together in rebellion.

Being a writer is a rather hazardous occupation and there is a horribly high rate of writers who barely have the money for the paper and pen they use for their craft.

The fact that all of us die anyway (the rumor turns out to be true) is a mere detail in the celestial glow of imagination. The artist's eyes destroy death.

Isolation from power makes men look for a mob in which they can be strong.

The magic will which makes us see the other side of our natures-dream and disaster, catastrophe and fulfillment-is the great permanent challenge of humanity.

If mankind is naturally good, he is sure going against his nature more and more of the time. It sounds like a bad joke: the paranoids are after us.

With short stories, the story-teller must have a story to tell, not merely some sweet prose to take out for a walk

The large print giveth and the small print taketh away.

Morality is simply the attitude we adopt towards people whom we personally dislike.

I think my head's a minefield strewn with triggers, and maybe if I survive each explosion, what emerges from the wreckage will be me, really, truly me.

San Francisco! City of dreaming spires, people live here... Golden Gate Bridge, ahh the Romans came here.

I am not resigned: I am not sure life is long enough to learn that lesson.

What passes for identity in America is a series of myths about one's heroic ancestors.

I would sooner fail than not be among the greatest.

A kiss without a mustache is like an egg without salt.

I'd like to continue doing movies, clubs, concert halls and television. I like something about each one.