Drug misuse is not a disease, it is a decision, like the decision to step out in front of a moving car. You would call that not a disease but an error of judgment.

Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, doesn't go away.

The basic tool for the manipulation of reality is the manipulation of words. If you can control the meaning of words, you can control the people who must use the words.

The trouble with being educated is that it takes a long time; it uses up the better part of your life and when you are finished what you know is that you would have benefited more by going into banking.

This, to me, is the ultimately heroic trait of ordinary people; they say no to the tyrant and they calmly take the consequences of this resistance.

It is sometimes an appropriate response to reality to go insane.

Science fiction writers, I am sorry to say, really do not know anything. We can't talk about science, because our knowledge of it is limited and unofficial, and usually our fiction is dreadful.

Drug misuse is not a disease, it is a decision, like the decision to step out in front of a moving car. You would call that not a disease but an error of judgment.

Don't try to solve serious matters in the middle of the night.

Reality is whatever refuses to go away when I stop believing in it.

I am a fictionalizing philosopher, not a novelist.

I am basically analytical, not creative; my writing is simply a creative way of handling analysis.

I am one of the elect, one of the few in the know, in the gnosis.

I dreamed: I am the fish whose flesh is eaten, and because I am fat, it is good.

I want to write about people I love, and put them into a fictional world spun out of my own mind, not the world we actually have, because the world we actually have does not meet my standards.

Strange how paranoia can link up with reality now and then.

The Martians are always coming.

The core of my writing is not art but truth.

The universe is information and we are stationary in it, not three dimensional and not in space or time.

We live in a society in which spurious realities are manufactured by the media, by governments, by big corporations, by religious groups, political groups. I ask, in my writing, 'What is real?' Because unceasingly we are bombarded with pseudo realities manufactured by very sophisticated people using very sophisticated electronic mechanisms.

When I believe, I am crazy. When I don't believe, I suffer psychotic depression.

Reality denied comes back to haunt.

We are living in a computer programmed reality and the only clue we have to it is when some variable is changed and some alteration in reality occurs. We have the overwhelming impression that we were reliving the present deja vu.

We live in a society where detachment is almost essential.

Drug misuse is not a disease it is a decision like the decision to step out in front of a moving car. You would call that not a disease but an error of judgment.

The existence of a majority logically implies a corresponding minority.

The problem with introspection is that it has no end.

Sometimes the appropriate response to reality is to go insane.

He started keeping a journal - had been, in fact, secretly doing so for some time: the furtive act of a deranged person.

Madness has its own dynamism. It just goes on.

Matter is plastic in the face of Mind.

There is no route out of the maze. The maze shifts as you move through it, because it is alive.

We must content ourselves with the mystery, the absurdity, the contradictions, the hostility, but also the generosity that our environment offers us. It's not much, but it's always better than the deadly, defeatist certainty of the paranoid.

Skill is a function of chance. It's an intuitive best-use of chance situations.

No man is infinitely strong; for every creature that runs, flies, hops or crawls there is a terminal nemesis which he will not circumvent, which will finally do him in.

Men and the world are mutually toxic to each other.

If you think this Universe is bad, you should see some of the others.

It's easy to win. Anybody can win.

I have a 6-year-old, and his thing is to turn on Radio Disney in the car, and I get such an allergic reaction to listening to that music and the context into which it falls. I'm really working on him about that.

Doorman - a genius who can open the door of your car with one hand, help you in with the other, and still have one left for the tip.

I miss Saturday morning, rolling out of bed, not shaving, getting into my car with my girls, driving to the supermarket, squeezing the fruit, getting my car washed, taking walks.

I like to sing in the car with the windows rolled down and hair blowing all over my face.

I'd really like to get the girl, shoot the gun, drive the car, have fun. I even have these kind of action dreams, where I'm the action guy.

When you're in the car, how well you do is down to you and you alone-no band, no management, no marketing.

I will never have a drink and get behind the wheel of a car. It's not illegal to drink and drive, but there becomes a certain point where it does become a crime.

So I was getting into my car, and this bloke says to me 'Can you give me a lift?' I said 'Sure, you look great, the world's your oyster, go for it.'

I never had the high-paying job or the company car. It took me over a decade to pay off my student loans. I never had to worry about where to dock my yacht to reduce my taxes.

My wife wants sex in the back of the car and she wants me to drive.

Well, honey, I had the million dollar houses, I had the car, I had the horse, I had the barn; I had everything. Was I set free? I didn't even know what that meant.