If our god's work is to be done in our time, we must do it ourselves.

Nothing helps an artist's career more than a little death and obscurity.

It is a mystery, and to tell the truth, I am intrigued by mysteries even if this is to be my last week of enjoying them. I would welcome some glimmer of understanding but, failing that, working on the puzzle will suffice.

There is no doubt that I have discovered the ultimate in stagnant human societies. The Bikura have realized the human dream of immortality and have paid for it with their humanity and their immortal souls.

The sum of the crowd's IQ was far below that of its most modest single member. Mobs have passions, not brains.

It's one of the strangest attributes of this profession that when we writers get exhausted writing one thing, we relax by writing another.

Wilkie Collins was a rival and competitor of Dickens. His novel Moonstone sold more copies at the time than Dickens' last two books. But that meant nothing in the long run. Right now, to be honest, Wilkie Collins is what he deserved to be back then: a footnote, an almost lost memory. And he knew he would become that.