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.

Even the handsomest men do not have the same momentary effect on the world as a truly beautiful woman does.

Very often I'll find out at the end of a book what I put in at the beginning. A sort of process of elimination and discovery in one.

May this house stand until an ant drinks the ocean and a tortoise circles the world.

Most men think they are good drivers. Most women think they are good in bed. They aren't.

Women are always complaining about men's fascination with breasts. But what if men were absolutely indifferent to breasts? What would women do then with these things that serve one function once or twice in a lifetime, and the rest of the time are just in the way?

There's almost always a point in a book where something happens that triggers the rest of the plot.