No lifetime is long enough for those ... who simply wish to understand themselves and their lives. It is, perhaps, the curse of being human, but also a blessing.

Religion seems to have always offered us that false duality ... the silences of infinite space or the cozy comfort of inner certainty.

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.

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

No book or poem is ever finished, merely abandoned.

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.

Movie SF is, by definition, dumbed down - there have only been three or four SF movies in the history of film that aspire to the complexity of literary SF.