Rain is grace; rain is the sky descending to the earth; without rain, there would be no life.
Writers may be disreputable, incorrigible, early to decay or late to bloom but they dare to go it alone.
Each morning my characters greet me with misty faces willing, though chilled, to muster for another day's progress through the dazzling quicksand the marsh of blank paper.
Existence itself does not feel horrible; it feels like an ecstasy, rather, which we have only to be still to experience.
To be President of the United States, sir, is to act as advocate for a blind, venomous, and ungrateful client.
We are most alive when we're in love.
What art offers is space - a certain breathing room for the spirit.
Being naked approaches being revolutionary; going barefoot is mere populism.
Inspiration arrives as a packet of material to be delivered.
Mars has long exerted a pull on the human imagination. The erratically moving red star in the sky was seen as sinister or violent by the ancients: The Greeks identified it with Ares, the god of war; the Babylonians named it after Nergal, god of the underworld. To the ancient Chinese, it was Ying-huo, the fire planet.
Professionalism in art has this difficulty: To be professional is to be dependable, to be dependable is to be predictable, and predictability is esthetically boring - an anti-virtue in a field where we hope to be astonished and startled and at some deep level refreshed.
Most of American life consists of driving somewhere and then returning home, wondering why the hell you went.
Art is like baby shoes. When you coat them with gold, they can no longer be worn.
Any activity becomes creative when the doer cares about doing it right or better.
Golf appeals to the idiot in us and the child. Just how childlike golf players become is proven by their frequent inability to count past five.
Americans have been conditioned to respect newness, whatever it costs them.
American art in general... takes to surreal exaggerations and metaphors; but its Puritan work ethic has little use for the playful self-indulgence behind Parisian Surrealism.
Creativity is merely a plus name for regular activity. Any activity becomes creative when the doer cares about doing it right, or better.
A narrative is like a room on whose walls a number of false doors have been painted; while within the narrative, we have many apparent choices of exit, but when the author leads us to one particular door, we know it is the right one because it opens.
Every marriage tends to consist of an aristocrat and a peasant. Of a teacher and a learner.