I'll tell you, I've never particularly been a Trek person. I feel about Trek the way one feels about known, vaguely liked, but rather distant members of one's family.

Socialism and SF are the two most fundamental influences in my life.

I'll never be a minimalist. The fact that the prose is more tightly controlled doesn't for a minute mean that it's minimalist. I very much like arcane words and baroque sentence structure.

We would never call inexplicable little insights hunches, for fear of drawing the universe's attention. But they happened, and you knew you had been in the proximity of one that had come through if you saw a detective kiss his or her fingers and touch his or her chest where a pendant to Warsha, patron saint of inexplicable inspirations, would, theoretically, hang.

Is it more childish and foolish to insist that there is a conspiracy or that there is not?

Part of the appeal of the fantastic is taking ridiculous ideas very seriously and pretending they're not absurd.

A trap is only a trap if you don't know about it. If you know about it, it's a challenge.