We weren't really friends yet, just knowers of each other's secret stuff.

Because my life is empty window of nothingness punctuated by meaningless details of totally mundane non-events.

As the middle child of the Laurel Canyon Adams Family, Whit was surprisingly chill on the subject of ampire-vays.

Even not choosing is a choice.

The proselytisers for man-made global warming have long exercised a tight stranglehold over the contents of Wikipedia.

I sort of was good at writing essays. I was never very good at mathematics, and I was never very good at algebra. I loved science, but I wasn't sure of it.

The cleverest trick of the Devil is that nobody believes in him. It. Her. Well, we have been very stupid.

Choosing not to act on an angry impulse and to feel the pain that lies beneath it is a very courageous thing to do.

I became more and more interested in the mechanics of creativity.

Nowadays music is as disposable as a McDonald's wrapper.

[On Dutch flat poetry]: It is too smooth and blubbery; it reads like butter-milk gurgling from a jug.

I can hear you and I can watch your mouth move, and then I put together the sounds and the visual image and I can understand the words as I integrate the two signals.

My books come to me in images, and sometimes the image is at the beginning of the book, and sometimes it's simply a flash somewhere in the middle.