I like it that order exists somewhere even if it shatters near me.

In a novel, I could submerge my ego in a characters and let his perceptions take over.

Empress of the Universe would be way too much work. I'd have to wear fancy clothes, probably including lady shoes with pointed toes, and could no longer slouch into the study in PJs and slippers. Someone would (avert!) straighten my desk. Someone would reorganize my yarn stash...in fact, they'd assign someone else to knit my socks, thus depriving me of an excuse to rest my brain while pretending to accomplish something useful.

Having to struggle gave me the chance to demonstrate strength of character.

I actually feel that the different kinds of stories come out of different parts of my brain.

Sometimes I wonder how normal normal people are, and I wonder that most in the grocery store.

My first degree came years before my second. I had wanted to be a physicist, but I flunked calculus.