I usually say I write for the smartest, cleverest, wittiest audience I know, and that's me.

I refuse to write the same story twice. I keep experimenting. I keep learning how to work. I've been at it pretty much 50 years, and I'm now beginning to learn how to do the job well.

Everyone is entitled to an *informed* opinion.

I am responsible for myself. I am exactly who I eventually wanted myself to be, I guess, without consciously knowing what I wanted me to be.

Get a day job, make your money from that, and write to please yourself.

For the first time we have a weapon that nobody has used for thirty years. This gives me great hope for the human race.

I think love and sex are separate and only vaguely similar. Like the word bear and the word bare. You can get in trouble mistaking one for the other.