Disbelief in magic can force a poor soul into believing in government and business.
I started writing when I was 5 years old. I would dictate stories to my mother, and she would copy them in a scrapbook. If she changed anything to make it, in her opinion, better, I would throw a tantrum.
You should never hesitate to trade your cow for a handful of magic beans.
Love easily confuses us because it is always in flux between illusion and substance, between memory and wish, between contentment and need.
I like to think of myself as a fiction writer who liked art enough to write about it for a while, and then went on to his fiction.
Never underestimate how much assistance, how much satisfaction, how much comfort, how much soul and transcendence there might be in a well-made taco and a cold bottle of beer.
We’re our own dragons as well as our own heroes, and we have to rescue ourselves from ourselves.
There are many things worth living for, a few things worth dying for, and nothing worth killing for.
Breathe properly. Stay curious. And eat your beets.
What I’ve learned along the way is that existence is cosmic theatre, but paradoxically, we should play our roles to the absolute best of our ability while having the wisdom not to take them too seriously.
There is no such thing as a weird human being, It’s just that some people require more understanding than others.
Amnesia is not knowing who one is and wanting desperately to find out. Euphoria is not knowing who one is and not caring. Ecstasy is knowing exactly who one is – and still not caring.
The beauty of simplicity is the complexity it attracts.
A hamburger is an icon of layered circles, the circle being at once the most spiritual and the most sensual of shapes.
Curiosity, especially intellectual inquisitiveness, is what separates the truly alive from those who are merely going through the motions.
The brown paper bag is the only thing civilized man has produced that does not seem out of place in nature.
To live fully, one must be free, but to be free one must give up security. Therefore, to live one must be ready to die. How’s that for a paradox?
Those who shun the whimsy of things will experience rigor mortis before death.
But why diminish your soul being run-of-the-mill at something? Mediocrity: now there is ugliness for you. Mediocrity’s a hairball coughed up on the Persian carpet of Creation.
I work with pen and paper. That’s my favorite way to write. I love the way the ink sinks into the wood, soaks into the wood pulp. There’s something about that process that’s so organic.