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

When a person responds emotionally to intellectual things, or emotionally only to traditional emotional things - I find that an interesting break between myself and some other writers and fans.

I can become very emotional about math, although I'm not that good at it.

What it boils down to is that parenting a child with autism is a difficult job; writing about it is far easier.

People are people, messy and mutable, combining differently with one another from day to day - even hour to hour.

I regarded drugs as somewhat like rattlesnakes - it's possible to pick one up without getting bit, but why bother?

One of my degrees was a science degree in biology.