There used to be this country called the Soviet Union; it's not there anymore. Our technology was better than theirs.

Everything is out there if you know how to find it, and have the patience. I don't and haven't, but that's my problem

Smell is important. It reminds a person of all the things he's been through; it is a sheath of memories and security.

People pretend things didn't happen. Or so what, they happened, it's okay. Well, it's never okay. It's always ruined.

Being honest doesn't mean you say whatever you want, wherever you want. It means that what you choose to say is true.

What did you do, memorize a map of the city for fun?” says Christina. “Yes,” says Will, looking puzzled. “Didn’t you?

I would like to spare the time and effort of hack reviewers and, generally, persons who move their lips when reading.

It is only on the condition of humility and reverence before the world that our species will be able to remain in it.

I don't think I had even begun to have an idea where I was going, but wherever it was, that was where I wanted to go.

Nature is always trying to tell us that we are not so superior or independent or alone or autonomous as we may think.

I've never actually been a collector. I like the learning-curve, but I buy things, sell them to finance other things.

In the early '80s, I happened to find myself in the vicinity of people who would work for Microsoft five years later.

If you think of human experience as a pie, then the wedge Hollywood is reflecting now is getting smaller and smaller.

Since the days of Adam, there has been hardly a mischief done in this world but a woman has been at the bottom of it.

Americans have a special horror of giving up control, of letting things happen in their own way without interference.

Kerouac opened a million coffee bars and sold a million pairs of Levis to both sexes. Woodstock rises from his pages.

Like many nonconformist and beat generation writers, William S. Burroughs takes the outcasts of society as his theme.

Faced by the actual practice of freedom, the French and American revolutions would be forced to stand by their words.

Can you understand your own dreams, which arise with mushrooms' rank richness in the night-forests within your skull?

Under every friendship there is a difficult sentence that must be said, in order that the friendship can be survived.

Cambridge was a joy. Tediously. People reading books in a posh place. It was my fantasy. I loved it. I miss it still.

I think vestigially there's a synesthete in me but not like a real one who immediately knows what colour Wednesday is.

It's called Valentine's Day, you moron. If you're going to date a human, Dankmar, you need to remember their holidays.

A small laugh startled me and I looked over to see her actually smiling. Making her do that more often was a new goal.

I loved to read, still do, and it seemed that the writing was a result of the love of books and reading and libraries.

One is left with the horrible feeling now that war settles nothing; that to win a war is as disastrous as to lose one.

You have a tendency, Hastings, to prefer the least likely. That, no doubt, is from reading too many detective stories.

I am not one to rely upon the expert procedure. It is the psychology I seek, not the fingerprint or the cigarette ash.

The concept of the marvelous begins to take form when it arises from an unexpected alteration of reality, the miracle.

Everyone is guilty of something or has something to conceal. All one has to do is look hard enough to find what it is.

How quickly a zek (a prisoner) gets cheeky-or, putting it in literary language, how quickly a man's requirements grow.

Even if we are spared destruction by war, our lives will have to change if we want to save life from self-destruction.

You get no thanks from your belly-it always forgets what you've just done for it and comes begging again the next day.

I did keep a travel diary once and it was a big mistake. All I remember of that trip is what I bothered to write down.

There are one hundred glow-stars on my bedroom ceiling. (...) Glow-stars are strange. They make the ceiling disappear.

The fact that beauty is at one and the same time without cost and above price, robs it of the curse of possessiveness.

Every time I finish a book, I forget everything I learned writing it - the information just disappears out of my head.

The difficulty about all this dying, is that you can't tell a fellow anything about it, so where does the fun come in?

What is art if not a concentrated and impassioned effort to make something with the little we have, the little we see?

I had never heard of 'young adult novels,' which I guess are about teenage gangs and the new boy in town or something.

Some books inspire one to read, and some inspire one to write; for selfish reasons, I'm always looking for the latter.

I am an Aries. Although I do not believe in astrology, I think this is exactly the right sign to have been born under.

We have no money. We have no possessions. Maybe that is why we value the things we do have ... loyalty and friendship.

Let me tell you, Alex. He's a crook. He's based here in Miami. He's a nasty piece of work." "He's mexican" Troy added.

We are not born with a need for knowledge, but a hunger for it. Eve bit the apple and it has been gluttony ever since.

It has become a certainty now that if you will only advertise sufficiently you may make a fortune by selling anything.

I'm a mongrel in the sense that I'm Spanish, English, Latino, Jewish, north, south - all these things are mixed in me.

Every time you answer the phone, someone is crying, someone is raging, someone is begging you to solve their problems.

Throughout the centuries there were men who took first steps, down new roads, armed with nothing but their own vision.

How pointless life could be, what a foolish business of inventing things to love, just so you could dread losing them.

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