Eye contact was a delicate matter. A quarter second of a shared glance was a violation of agreements that made the city operational.

What did it mean, the first time, a thinking creature looked deeply into another's eyes? Did it take a hundred thousand years before this happened or it was the first thing they did, transcendingly, the thing that made them higher, made them modern, the gaze that demonstrates we are lonely in our souls?

It is interesting ... how weapons reflect the soul of the maker.

We seem to believe it is possible to ward off death by following rules of good grooming.

I don't know what I think about certain subjects, even today, until I sit down and try to write about them.

In a crisis the true facts are whatever other people say they are.

My attitudes aren't directed toward characters at all. I don't feel sympathetic toward some characters, unsympathetic toward others. I don't love some characters, feel contempt for others. They have attitudes; I don't.