You see, evil always contains the seeds of its own destruction. It is ultimately negative, and therefore encompasses its downfall even at its moments of apparent triumph. No matter how grandiose, how...
You never forget. It must be somewhere inside you.
You made peace, said the buffalo man. You took our words and made them your own. They never understood that they were here—and the people who worshiped them were here—because it suits us that they are...
You know what the really scary thing about bad dreams? It's that something's going on in your head, and you can't control it. I mean, It's like there's these bad worlds inside you. But it's just you.....
You know the best thing about aeroplanes? Apart from the peanuts in the little silver bags, I mean. It's looking out of the windows at the clouds, and thinking, maybe I could go walking in there. Mayb...
You have your milk, he said. Where there is milk, there is hope.
You don't have to stay anywhere forever.
You cannot hear a poem without it changing you, she told me. They heard it, and it colonized them. It inherited them and it inhabited them, its rhythms becoming part of the way that they thought; its...
You can't trust other people. If it's important, you have to do it yourself.
You are obvious, boy. You are difficult to miss. If you came to me in company with a purple lion, a green elephant, and a scarlet unicorn astride which was the King of England in his Royal Robes, I do...
Yes, it was crooked, said Wednesday, but it was the only game in town.
Writing's a lot like cooking. Sometimes the cake won't rise, no matter what you do, and every now and again the cake tastes better than you ever could have dreamed it would.
Writers live in houses other people built.
Work. Home. The pub. Meeting girls. Living in the city. Life. Is that all there is?
Words can wound, and wounds can heal.
With each successive pint he found that he was enjoying himself significantly less; until now he was sitting and shivering on the sidewalk outside the pub in a small Scottish town, weighing the relati...
Whither thou goest...
While clothes do not, as the saying would sometimes have it, make the man, and fine feathers do not make fine birds, sometimes they can add a certain spice to a recipe.
When you dream, sometimes you remember. When you wake, you always forget.
When the first living thing existed, I was there waiting. When the last living thing dies, my job will be finished. I'll put the chairs on the tables, turn out the lights and lock the universe behind...