All time is all time. It does not change. It does not lend itself to warnings or explanations. It simply is. Take it moment by moment, and you will find that we are all, as I’ve said before, bugs in amber.

Another flaw in the human character is that everybody wants to build and nobody wants to do maintenance.

We have to continually be jumping off cliffs and developing our wings on the way down.

Maturity is a bitter disappointment for which no remedy exists, unless laughter can be said to remedy anything.

I want to stay as close to the edge as I can without going over. Out on the edge you can see all kinds of things you can’t see from the center.

As in my other works of fiction: All persons living and dead are purely coincidental, and should not be construed. No names have been changed in order to protect the innocent. Angels protect the innocent as a matter of Heavenly routine.

Some jerk infected the Internet with an outright lie. It shows how easy it is to do and how credulous people are.

True terror is to wake up one morning and discover that your high school class is running the country.

I wish that people who are conventionally supposed to love each other would say to each other, when they fight, “Please – a little less love, and a little more common decency.”

Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts. And don’t put up with people that are reckless with yours.

There is nothing intelligent to say about a massacre.

Let us devote to unselfishness the frenzy we once gave gold and underpants.

. . . and finally,

God Dammit, you’ve got to be kind!