There are some things worth giving up anything for, even your freedom, and getting rid of your period is definitely one of them.

It is not an easy thing to put on a wet sock.

It is my belief that everything you need to know about the world can be learned in a church choir.

When you're a writer, the question people always ask you is, "Where do you get your ideas?" Writers hate this question. It's like asking Humphrey Bogart in The African Queen, "Where do you get your leeches?" You don't get ideas. Ideas get you.

I have great faith in the future of books - no matter what form they may take - and of science fiction.

If King Harold had had swans on his side, England would still be Saxon.

Actually, writers have no business writing about their own works. They either wax conceited, saying things like: 'My brilliance is possibly most apparent in my dazzling short story, "The Cookiepants Hypotenuse."' Or else they get unbearably cutesy: 'My cat Ootsywootums has given me all my best ideas, hasn't oo, squeezums?