"A man may truly live in his dreams, his noblest dreams, but only, only if he is worthy of those dreams."
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"[On love:] I have no respect for anyone who says they've given up, or that they're not looking or that they're tired. That is to abrogate one's responsibility as a human being."
"In my ugly, elitist opinion we are not all entitled to voice our opinions, we are entitled to pass along our informed opinions."
"If you let the image of the messenger get in the way of whatever message there may be, however large or small, that's your problem, not his."
"They change scapegoats at the networks more regularly than some people change socks."
"For the first time we have a weapon that nobody has used for thirty years. This gives me great hope for the human race."
"be careful of monsters with teeth"
"To say more, is to say less."
"The more you know, the more unflinchingly you deny casual beliefs and Accepted Wisdom when it flies in the face of reality, the more carefully you observe the world and its people around you, the better chance you have of writing something meaningful and well-crafted."
"I am responsible for myself. I am exactly who I eventually wanted myself to be, I guess, without consciously knowing what I wanted me to be."
"Anyone who can not write should."
"I made as many mistakes as anybody else. I sound as if I'm an egomaniac, and I suppose in some ways I'm filled with hubris because I know how good I am at certain things. But other things, I can't do at all. I can't draw."
"When you're a writer, you have to have the passion and the skill and the craft. It's not just enough to have the passion. You've gotta have all three."
"And we passed through the cavern of rats. And we passed through the path of boiling steam. And we passed through the country of the blind. And we passed through the slough of despond. And we passed through the vale of tears. And we came, finally, to the ice caverns."
"Repent, Harlequin," said the Ticktock Man. "Get stuffed," the Harlequin replied."
"Everybody has a talent, whether it's scrapbooking, or kite-flying, or brain surgery, or writing, everybody has a talent. And if they discover it, and they turn it to their purposes and make a living out of it, then they become not "that person," but they become "that writer" or "that doctor" or "that supervisor.""
"Because the chief commodity a writer has to sell is his courage. And if he has none, he is more than a coward. He is a sellout and a fink and a heretic, because writing is a holy chore."
"I'm nothing. Nothing at all without writing. Without truth, my truth, the only truth I know, it's all a gambol in the pasture without rhythm or sense."
"What I try to write about are the darkest things in the soul, the mortal dreads... The closer I get to the burning core of my being, the things which are most painful to me, the better is my work."
"Time is like a river flowing endlessly through the universe. And if you poled your flatboat in that river you might fight your way against the current and travel upstream into the past. Or go with the flow and rush into the future. This was in a less cynical time before toxic waste dumping and pollution filled the waterway of Chronus with the detritus of empty hours wasted minutes years of repetition and time that has been killed."