Fear has its uses but cowardice has none.

I think writers need windows on a view to remind them that a whole world is out there, not the minutiae with which they might be dealing on a close scale

Fear has its uses but cowardice has none.

But Ship Who Sang remains my favorite story. I really rocked folks with that and still cannot read it aloud myself without weeping at the end

A real scientist solves problems, not wails that they are unsolvable.

I have a shelf of comfort books, which I read when the world closes in on me or something untoward happens

People have freaked out when I tell them that my dragons are scientifically based... what else can you call a genetically engineered life form?