Heroes need monsters to establish their heroic credentials. You need something scary to overcome..

In my dreams of this city I am always lost..

Publishing a book is like stuffing a note into a bottle and hurling it into the sea..

I define science fiction as fiction in which things happen that are not possible today - that depend, for instance, on advanced space travel, time tr….

Whatever the scientists may come up with, writers and artists will continue to portray altered mental states, simply because few aspects of our natur….

They seemed to be able to choose. We seemed to be able to choose, then. We were a society dying of too much choice..

I particularly like Twitter, because it's short and can be very funny and informative. It's a little bit like having your own radio program..

I always thought eating was a ridiculous activity anyway. I'd get out of it myself if I could, though you've got to do it to stay alive, they tell me..

You can wipe your feet on me, twist my motives around all you like, you can dump millstones on my head and drown me in the river, but you can’t get m….

You quickly find, when you are a hand-reader as I am, that nothing interests people so much as themselves..

The reader cannot see into your heart. He will know only what you tell him. Make the blind see your words. Make the hard-hearted feel. Make the deaf ….

I'm with the spirit of Earth-Day-yet-to-come. Nobody can really predict the future, all you can do is look at trends, and that could change at any mo….

The way love feels is always only approximate. I would like to be without shame. I would like to be shameless. I would like to be ignorant. Then I wo….

Never pray for justice, because you might get some..

We do not know how we'd behave. But a lot of people facing fascism didn't become fascists. I don't happen to believe that we are all monsters..

A home filled with nothing but yourself. It's heavy, that lightness. It's crushing, that emptiness..

Your hand is a warm stone I hold between two words..

You're never going to kill storytelling, because it's built into the human plan. We come with it..

Toast was a pointless invention from the Dark Ages. Toast was an implement of torture that caused all those subjected to it to regurgitate in verbal ….

Time is not a thing that passes ... it's a sea on which you float..

But in the end, back she comes. There's no use resisting. She goes to him for amnesia, for oblivion. She renders herself up, is blotted out; enters t….