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

The storm hit with all the fury of a woman who’d been dieting for six months, only to discover she’d gained four pounds.

Enjoying consciousness every now and then for a second or so before splitting up to become bits and pieces of trees and stars and french fries.

Where lies the line between sorcery and science? It is only a matter of terminology, my friend.

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

Growing up, I never gave a thought to being a writer.

Last year I went to a worldcon for the first time in two decades. I may go again this year.

Wider travels have given me considerably greater insight into how cultural differences affect not only people, but politics and art.

The overwhelming triumph of the international multimedia conglomerate has resulted in less diversity within the field and has made it much harder for newer writers not only to break in, but to make any kind of a living while doing so.

Writing allows me the time to travel and see the world, which is what I always wanted to do.

Science-fiction allowed me to go places that were otherwise inaccessible, which is why I started reading it.

I hear entire symphonies, oratorios, in my head, but I can’t write a note.

Getting from page four to page five is more important than spending three weeks getting page four perfect.

There’s certainly more new SF available than when I started writing.

I’d really like to have been Sir Richard Francis Burton, but it’s the wrong century.

Spontaneity is one of the joys of existence, especially if you prepare for it in advance.

There is nothing in art, in philosophy, or in politics to match the fervor of mutual cooperation among discordant bands of fanatics.

The United States and Russian security services regularly exchange information.

The cost of a thing is the amount of what I will call life which is required to be exchanged for it, immediately or in the long run.

People have offered me opportunities in exchange for sleeping with them. But it’s not 1952 anymore.

The earth, in fair and grateful exchange, pays back to the moon an illumination similar to that which it receives from her throughout nearly all the darkest gloom of the night.

Conspirators in pajamas who exchange deep kisses for passwords.

What it’s like to be a parent: It’s one of the hardest things you’ll ever do but in exchange it teaches you the meaning of unconditional love.

As exchange-values, all commodities are merely definite quantities of congealed labour-time.

My solitude doesn’t depend on the presence or absence of people; on the contrary, I hate who steals my solitude without, in exchange, offering me true company.