I Write Every Day. I'm Always In

On My 70th Birthday, I Was Asked How I Felt About Mankind's Prospects. This Is My Reply: We Are Behaving Like Yeasts In A Brewer's Vat, Multiplying Mindlessly While Greedily Consuming The Substance Of A Finite World. If We Continue To Imitate The Yeasts, We Will Perish As They Perish, Having Exhausted Our Resources And Poisoned Ourselves In The Lethal Brew Of Our Own Wastes. Unlike The Yeasts, We Have A Choice. What Will It Be?

I Write Every Day. I'm Always In The Process Of Writing My Last Book, Until The Next One.

Truth I Have No Trouble With, It's The Facts I Get All Screwed Up.

If You Are Going To Be A Big Personality, You've Got To Have Some Kind Of Characteristic Gimmick.

It Is In Our Nature To Travel Into Our Past, Hoping Thereby To Illuminate The Darkness That Bedevils The Present.