In general, a little controversy isn't harmful: if anything, it gets people interested.

I began my first novel when I was 15. It went through three drafts, of around 40,000 words each. If I find it, I'll burn it.

Time is a corrosive fluid, dissolving motivation, destroying novelty, and leaching the joy from life.

No two books come out the same way. Some I write by the seat of my pants; others are planned in minute detail.

My gut feeling is that SF as we know it today is actually a heavily propagandized field that grew out of a specific set of cultural trends running in the USA and Europe between 1918 and 1950, during the post-imperial modernization period.

I tend to think that immortal souls, invisible sky daddies, and Santa Claus all belong in the same basket. The disposition of that basket is left as an exercise for the reader.

The Magician's Land is a triumphant climax to the best fantasy trilogy of the decade.