This is the emotional thing, you see – you must galvanize people, so they want to be completely alive and live forever, or the next thing to it. And out of that comes art, then, and survival through emotion.
The critics are generally wrong, or they’re fifteen, twenty years late. It’s a great shame. They miss out on a lot.
Thus through half-belief, we are often doomed to repeat that very past we should have learned from.
When the wind is right, a faint odor of kerosene is exhaled from Senator McCarthy.
You’d type like hell. I spent $9.80 and in nine days I had Fahrenheit 451.
When you write – explode – fly apart – disintegrate! Then give time enough to think, cut, rework, and rewrite.
Writing is not a serious business. It’s a joy and a celebration. You should be having fun with it.
If Blake said that, said Father Brian, he never lived in Dublin.
I laugh until I weep And weep until I smile.
Life should be touched, not strangled.
Notoriety and a fat bank balance must come after everything else is finished and done.
When I was a young writer if you went to a party and told somebody you were a science-fiction writer you would be insulted. They would call you Flash Gordon all evening, or Buck Rogers.
Evil has only the power we give it.
Sandwich outdoors isn’t a sandwich anymore. Tastes different than indoors, notice? Got more spice. Tastes like mint and pinesap. Does wonders for the appetite.
Write a thousand words a day and in three years you’ll be a writer!
Impossible; for how many people did you know who refracted your own light to you?
We all are rich and ignore the buried fact of accumulated wisdom.
You must live feverishly in a library. Colleges are not going to do any good unless you are raised and live in a library everyday of your life.
Those women like to see their tongues dance.
He knew what the wind was doing to them, where it was taking them, to all the secret places that were never so secret again in life.