Careers are here and they're gone. No matter how great we think we are, we're nothing but the temples of Ozymandias-we're ruins in the making.

No, I don't regret anything at this point. That may change on the next phone call, but at the moment I don't regret anything.

Babies have big heads and big eyes, and tiny little bodies with tiny little arms and legs. So did the aliens at Roswell! I rest my case.

You have to create your life. You have to carve it, like a sculpture.

If saving money is wrong, I don't want to be right!

How do I stay so healthy and boyishly handsome? It's simple. I drink the blood of young runaways.

We're all embers from the same fire. Our ember winks out, we're ashes, we go back to the fire.

Has it ever occurred to you that how we deal with death is at least as important as how we deal with life?

Writing is truly a creative art - putting word to a blank piece of paper and ending up with a full-fledged story rife with character and plot.

The mysteriousness and mystique of space is such, that science fiction attempts to tantalize you by telling you a story that could possibly be out there and that's the appeal of science fiction.

Energy is the key to creativity. Energy is the key to life.

The earth therefore is not Gods jurisdiction. It is man’ jurisdiction. The earth is man’s domain. Man therefore is responsible for what transpires here.

A bird without wings and a man without art are both condemned to wander in low places

It's good to have some certainty in life, even if it's only that I'm in deep trouble.

Stay positive but stay focused. Sometimes things can distract you and you don't want to be distracted on the journey to that mountain top.

Salome had but seven veils; the artist has a thousand.

[In politics] when A goes after B and there's a C, and D and a Q all lined up there, you have no idea who's going to be the beneficiary.

Children make you want to start life over.

All lies are told with a straight face. It is truth that's said with a dismissive giggle.

Extended empires are like expanded gold, exchanging solid strength for feeble splendor.

One tires of a page of which every sentence sparkles with points, of a sentimentalist who is always pumping the tears from his eyes or your own.