“I would hope that my characters have become deeper and more rounded personalities.”

How much research I have to do depends on the nature of the story. For fantasy, none at all.

The universe is full of dead people who lived by assumption.

In loquaciousness lay insanity.

We’re all nothing but unified arrangements of atoms and particles, drifting around.

I engage in too many activities already through the actions of my characters.

That means there’s also more bad SF available. Whether there is also more good is a matter for future historians of the field.

Getting inside the mind of a terrorist wasn’t difficult at all.

It’s a life of sacrifice. There are rewards, but also a certain degree of sterility.

The thing all writers do best is find ways to avoid writing.

Even as children, human beings fabricate elaborate revenge fantasies.

Keep writing. Try to do a little bit every day, even if the result looks like crap.

Given all the changes, both economic and technological, SF hasn’t done too badly.

We’re not a particular species. Check out popular video games.

I see the Jedi mission as giving up a normal life in exchange for protecting the innocent.

Some of it is carefully structured and well-thought-out. That’s where the real danger lies.

I play basketball and try to go diving at least once a year. I don’t really have hobbies in the traditional sense.

Jesus Christ did not suffer so that you would not suffer. He suffered so that when you suffer, you’ll become more like him.

Divided we are weak; united, Africa could become one of the greatest forces for good in the world.

I had a romantic feeling about how these people became famous.

Luckily your lifetime warranty on your heart is still in effect. Of course, that becomes void and expires when you do.

I kissed him, trying to bring him back. I kissed him and let my lips rest against his so that our breath mingled and the tears from my eyes became salt on his skin, and I told myself that, somewhere, tiny particles of him would become tiny particles of me, ingested, swallowed, alive, perpetual.

You are some kind of a mystery suspended between two eternities. And in that moment, when a mind looks out at a world and asks the question, ‘What is it?’ In that moment art can be created.

Brethren, do not become children in sense: but in malice be children, and in sense be perfect.

In this situation, it becomes vital that our own country orient its policies in consonance with this basic evolutionary condition rather than pursue a course blind to the reality that the colonial era is now past and the Asian peoples covet the right to shape their own free destiny.