All people have a natural desire to be needed, to have their importance to others tangibly confirmed.
It is much more valuable to look for the strength in others. You can gain nothing by criticizing their imperfections.
There is no way to ease the burden. The voyage leads on from harm to harm, A land of others and of silence.
How shall I speak of Doom, and ours in special, But as of something altogether common?
The chief obstacle to the progress of the human race is the human race.
The trouble with the public is that there is too much of it; what we need in public is less quantity and more quality.
I had no knowledge of divine help, and all the world lost faith in gradual progress.
Creating the fictional background for a game world isn't significantly different from creating a background for fiction.
There are certain regions in the country where the indigenous people eat dogs.
The loss of wealth is loss of dirt, as sages in all times assert; The happy man's without a shirt.
He will bring us all, rich and poor, white and black, to his judgment seat.
My father was very intense, passionate and over-the-top. He was my hero and my tyrant.
Consequently, most of us really exist at the mercy of other people's formulations of what's important.
A habitual disuse of physical forces totally destroys the moral; and men lose at once the power of protecting themselves, and of discerning the cause of their oppression.
Perhaps it is because cats do not live by human patterns, do not fit themselves into prescribed behavior, that they are so united to creative people.
Crabbed and obscure definitions are of no use beyond a narrow circle of students, of whom probably every one has a pet one of his own.
Then there was Clark Ashton Smith, who wrote for Weird Tales and who had a wild imagination. He wasn't a very talented writer, but his imagination was wonderful.
It was like there was a pile of kindling that was in the back of my imagination just waiting there. Once I lit it, it just flared up and I kept getting ideas and ideas.
My books are elegiac in the sense that they're odes to a nation that even I sometimes think may not exist anymore except in my memory and my imagination.
It is literature which for me opened the mysterious and decisive doors of imagination and understanding. To see the way others see. To think the way others think. And above all, to feel.
Think left and think right and think low and think high. Oh, the thinks you can think up if only you try!
