I went to a fight the other night and a hockey game broke out.

I believe that writers unless they consider themselves terribly exquisite are at heart people who live by night a little bit outside society moving between delinquency and conformity.

One of the most destructive things that's happening in modern society is that we are losing our sense of the bonds that bind people together - which can lead to nightmares of social collapse.

Cockroaches and socialites are the only things that can stay up all night and eat anything.

When Whitney Houston died I felt great sadness. My sadness of course was about our collective loss - when you listened to this nightingale sing your body would drop into a chair your head would tilt up a small smile would creep across your face and inside you knew that there was a higher power somewhere: gifted beautiful spiritual.

Oh the summer night Has a smile of light And she sits on a sapphire throne.

Laughter is day and sobriety is night a smile is the twilight that hovers gently between both more bewitching than either.

I got to spend all of my time every day at work reading and editing papers about cutting-edge technical research and getting paid for it. Then I'd go home at night and turn what I learned into science fiction stories.

When people think about computer science they imagine people with pocket protectors and thick glasses who code all night.

I don't think there's a date minimum or maximum. I don't get the whole 'All right you've got to wait three days to call after the date.' If I got a number from a girl I'd call that night. There's no science to it for me. You just do what it is that you feel like doing.