I mean, I wasn't stupid. I knew we'd make money and sell a lot of Dune books.

There will come a time of fire and night, when enemies rise and empires fall, when the stars themselves begin to die.

My total year's income from working as hard as I possibly could from writing went from like $30 one year to about $70 the next year. And it made me realize that maybe you couldn't really pay the rent that way.

Of course you don't make any noise in space, because there's no air.

Wouldn't you like to have an augmented memory chip that you could plug into your head so you don't have to look everything up and remember everything?

I don't think the author should make the reader do that much work to remember who somebody is.

I got to spend all of my time every day at work reading and editing papers about cutting-edge technical research and getting paid for it. Then I'd go home at night and turn what I learned into science fiction stories.