Everything makes sense a bit at a time. But when you try to think of it all at once,
it comes out wrong
We are trying to unravel the Mighty Infinite using a language which was designed to tell one another where the fresh fruit was.
Stories of imagination tend to upset those without one.
Imagination, notintelligence, made us human.
The pen is mightier than thesword if the sword is very short, and the pen is very sharp.
I don't like the place at all. It's all wrong. An imposition on the Landscape...
I save about twenty drafts — that's ten meg of disc space — and the last one contains all the final alterations. Once it has been printed out and received by the publishers, there's a cry here of 'Tough shit, literary researchers of the future, try getting a proper job!' and the rest are wiped.
When they're standing right in front of you, kings are a kind of speech impediment.
Who would not rather be a rising ape than a falling angel?