“Man is an artifact designed for space travel. He is not designed to remain in his present biologic state any more than a tadpole is designed to remain a tadpole.”

I began to get a feeling familiar to me from my bartending days of being the only sane man in a nuthouse. It doesn’t make you feel superior but depressed and scared, because there is nobody you can contact.

Life is a vacation from two eternities, who wants to waste those precious years worrying about what happens when you get back to forever?

Every word is autobiographical, and every word is fiction.

After one look at this planet any visitor from outer space would say ‘I want to see the manager.’

I prefer cats to people, for the most part. Most people aren’t cute at all, and if they are cute they very rapidly outgrow it.

Sometimes paranoia’s just having all the facts.

(1) Never give anything away for nothing. (2) Never give more than you have to give (always catch the buyer hungry and always make him wait). (3) Always take everything back if you possibly can.

Language is a virus from outer space.

Your mind will answer most questions if you learn to relax and wait for the answer.

Desperation is the raw material of drastic change. Only those who can leave behind everything they have ever believed in can hope to escape.

Too perfect to be sexually attractive.

There’s no place for impractical dreamers around here.

You must learn to exist with no religion, no country, no allies. You must learn to live alone in silence.

After a shooting spree, they always want to take the guns away from the people who didn’t do it. I sure as hell wouldn’t want to live in a society where the only people allowed guns are the police and the military.

There is no line between the ‘real world’ and ‘world of myth and symbol.’ Objects, sensations, hit with the impact of hallucination.

In my writing I am acting as a map maker, an explorer of psychic areas, a cosmonaut of inner space, and I see no point in exploring areas that have already been thoroughly surveyed.

I’d love to go and visit the Mosque in Mecca again, just for the sheer beauty of it, not for God – much the way a non-Catholic might go to Vatican City because of the beauty of the buildings and the artifacts.

I can play with that opportunity or not. This is my right, or poetic license, as someone who is building an artefact of fantasy – this implicit pact with the reader is my starting point.