Scars are memory. Like sutures. They stitch the past to me.

I'd never understood the injunction not to regret anything, couldn't see how that wasn't cowardice.

There are only so many ways to experience pain. There are an almost limitless number of ways to inflict it, but the pain itself, initially vividly distinct in all its specifications, becomes, inevitably, just pain.

My job is not to try to give readers what they want but to try to make readers want what I give.

My sustenance is information. My interventions are hidden. I increase as I learn. I compute, so I am.

I'd never been to a science-fiction convention until I became a professional writer.

Remember the movements that don't look like moving.