don't be ashamed of anything; I guess God meant it all like locks on doors.

Understand me. I’m not like an ordinary world. I have my madness, I live in another dimension and I do not have time for things that have no soul.

The problem with the world is that the intelligent people are full of doubts, while the stupid ones are full of confidence.

Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be?

People are strange: They are constantly angered by trivial things, but on a major matter like totally wasting their lives, they hardly seem to notice.

Find what you love and let it kill you.

If something burns your soul with purpose and desire, it’s your duty to be reduced to ashes by it. Any other form of existence will be yet another dull book in the library of life.

Love is a fog that burns with the first daylight of reality.

Sometimes I feel as if we are all trapped in a movie. We know our lines, where to walk, how to act, only there is no camera. Yet, we can't break out of the movie. And it's a bad one.

You have to die a few times before you can really live.

I stopped looking for a Dream Girl, I just wanted one that wasn't a nightmare.

One of the things you learn about being married is that being with someone day in and day out can make you so comfortable that you risk losing your tact.

No man can be immortal by dying! There is only one way to be immortal: Not to die!

In big houses in which things are done properly there is always the religious element. The diurnal cycle is observed with more feeling when there are servants to do the work.

You can never properly predict the future as it really turns out. So you are doing something a little different when you write science fiction. You are trying to take a different perspective on now.

There's no buying a greasy breakfast in L.A. - it's all organic juices.

You’ll ache. And you’re going to love it. It will crush you. And you’re still going to love all of it.

The Universe is worked and guided from within outwards.

In 1957, I decided: write or perish.

Kindness which is not inexhaustible does not deserve the name.