Quotes About Author

Malcolm rubbed his eyes. 'And my niceness is going to save the world, is it?

Georgie paused on the threshold for a moment as if hesitant to enter the habitation of such a perjurer lest it should be struck by lightning.

Deep empathy for people makes our observations powerful sources of inspiration.

There are essential and inessential insanities. The later are solar in character, the former are linked to the moon.

This is the room of the wolfmother wallpaper.

Rules such as Write what you know, and Show, don't tell, while doubtlessly grounded in good sense, can be ignored with impunity by any novelist nimble enough to get away with it. There is, in fact, only one rule in writing fiction: Whatever works, works.

You are an ignorant schoolgirl. You think civilization is a good thing.

It is questionable, for that matter, whether success is an adequate response to life. Success can eliminate as many options as failure.

What an electric heater perched upon the rim of the bathtub of the world that dead Jesus was.

The kingdom of formal ideas will always be a weak neighbor to the kingdom of thrills

this is not the first time that intimidation by typewriter has caused me to consider the pen.

The University of Pineapple is my alma papaya, I graduated mango cum laude.")

In the novels he was to write as an adult, transformation (along with liberation and celebration) was a major theme.

Hemingway and Norman Mailer might have disagreed, but there is no heavyweight champion of literature.

no amount of money could buy security, and if it could, it would be a bad bargain at any price, since security was a form of paralysis, just as satisfaction was a form of death;

Criminals, because they're plagued with guilt, often will surrender and go quietly. Outlaws, because they're pure, never will.

In Bokonon, it is written that "peculiar travel suggestions are dancing lessons from God.

She lunched on papaya poo poo or mango mu mu or some other fruity foo foo bursting with overripe tropical vowels.

If he's like a lot of men, he'd rather be a murderer than a fool.

There are those who have condemned Leary as a liar, a sellout, an opportunist, and most of all, a raging egomaniac; but the truth is, he was simply Irish.

those rare homes in which it's spoken with any regularity are likely under police surveillance.

Nonetheless, the fiery dreams did fade, and inside rooms made of clay and painted blue, sweeter visions were nourished.

On the subject of Egypt, Ellen Cherry was so vague she thought Ramses II was a jazz piano player.

The way bewilderment lies upon me, I have no need of blanket. In