The fact that I’m silent doesn’t mean I have nothing to say.

Time talks behind our back. To our face it's friendly and logical, never hesitating to give more of itself. But when we're not looking, it steals our lives and says bad things about us to the parts of us it's stolen

I read less of everything now. With only fond memories of others' work, it will be interesting to give my own journal writing a try now.

Far more disturbing than any spook house at an amusement park is a ride through the old hometown if you've been away for years.

Old people are often impatient, but for what?

In Poland, my audience is all women between 18 and 30. At U.S. conventions, you have the fantasy and science fiction crowd. At Harvard you have an entirely different audience. It's so schizophrenic.

Ive never seen myself as a fantasy writer-ever.