What does immortality mean to me? That we all want more time; and we want it to be quality time.

The ecosystem of our world is a closed system: it would run out of gas, collapse of its own weight.

In the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is stoned to death.

There's more to me, more to the universe, than I suspected. Room for all the dreams I ever had, and all the nightmares...heroes in the gutters and in the mirror; saints in the frozen wasteland; fools and liars on the throne of wisdom, and hands reaching out in hunger that will never be filled.

Here was a fragment of Goddess myth that, through all its permutations, had somehow escaped being turned on its head. It was the perfect springboard for the sort of novel I wanted to write.

The contradictions are what make human behavior so maddening and yet so fascinating, all at the same time.

What I do not want to write is didactic political tracts.