I loved you backward and forward in time. I loved you beyond boundaries of time and space.

The past is dead and buried. But I know now that buried things have a way of rising to the surface when one least expects them to.

Mobs have passions, not brains.

Fate and victory shift ... now this way, now that way -- like a line of unarmored men under a hail of enemy arrows.

The pack of media brayed and bellowed outside the house for seven weeks. Sol realized then what he had known and forgotten about very small communities: they were frequently annoying, always parochial, sometimes prying on a one-to-one level, but never had they subscribed to the vicious legacy of the so-called "public's right to know".

When I get about five readers I can rub together in one genre, I leave that genre and go somewhere else. And this is due to a vow that I made myself when I started writing - that if I had any success at all, I would not be bound to one form of writing. That I would write what moves me. The only way I can see me surviving and doing more than one book is to present the readers with a Dan Simmons novel, with whatever tropes and protocols from whatever genre I want to borrow them. If that builds a Dan Simmons readership, well then, okay. Otherwise, forget about it. I'd rather drive a truck.

I loved you backward and forward in time. I loved you beyond boundaries of time and space.