In LA, you think you're making something up, but it's making you up.

When television captured the popular imagination of the 1950s, a rash of movies satirized Hollywood while also mythologizing it.

Walt Disney had a nuclear imagination before the advent of nuclear, some comprehension of apocalypse and rapture deep in his genes.

Imagination is like a muscle. I found out that the more I wrote, the bigger it got.

In the imagination, we are from henceforth (so long as you read) locked in a fraternal embrace, the classic caress of author and reader.

Those who fear the imagination condemn it: something childish, they say, something monsterish, misbegotten. Not all of us dream awake. But those of us who do have no choice.