I know I'm a rare person, a trained scientist who writes fiction, because so few contemporary novelists engage with science.

We're animals. We're born like every other mammal and we live our whole lives around disguised animal thoughts.

Don't wait for the muse. She has a lousy work ethic. Writers just write.

Pay attention to your passions. They are the key to starting and finishing the book you are meant to write. I don't believe in talent. I believe in passion.

Life proceeds, it enrages. The untouched ones spend their luck without a thought, believing they deserve it.

We tap our toes to chaste love songs about the silvery moon without recognizing them as hymns to copulation.

In a world as wrong as this one, all we can do is make things as right as we can.