“I think that if humans are still walking around in fifty years, and still reading fiction, my work will last that long. Beyond that, I don’t know.”

“At the time, I had a mental picture of this experience that looked like one of those practical joke containers disguised as a can of nuts or something.”

"I’m thinking of the words Nabokov used to describe a character in the story 'Spring in Fialta': 'something lovely, delicate, and unrepeatable.'”