I’m numb and I’m tired. Too much has happened today. I feel as if I’d been out in a pounding rain for forty-eight hours without an umbrella or a coat. I’m soaked to the skin with emotion.
How to feel your way toward something honest, hidden under the trapdoor on the top of your skull.
How do you get so empty? Who takes it out of you?
I’ll be damned if death wears my sadness as glad rags.
From the outer edge of his life, looking back, there was only one remorse, and that was only that he wished to go on living.
I think the reason my stories have been so successful is that I have a strong sense of metaphor.
I don’t believe in colleges and universities.
Most of my short stories are fantasy.
I love all of the arts. I love motion pictures. I love stage. I love theater.
I have total recall. I remember being born. I remember being in the womb, I remember being inside. Coming out was great.
I felt a bit bookish, cut off from life.
Every day is Christmas Day to a dog.
All of my writing is God-given.
You don’t have to turn on the TV set. You don’t have to work on the Internet. It’s up to you.
The great fun in my life has been getting up every morning and rushing to the typewriter because some new idea has hit me.
Americans are far more remarkable than we give ourselves credit for. We’ve been so busy damning ourselves for years. We’ve done it all, and yet we don’t take credit for it.
Love is the answer to everything. It’s the only reason to do anything. If you don’t write stories you love, you’ll never make it. If you don’t write stories that other people love, you’ll never make it.
If you don’t like what you’re doing, then don’t do it.
I don’t see myself as a philosopher. That’s awfully boring.
There is too much government today. We’ve got to remember the government should be by the people, of the people, and for the people.