I'd visit the near future, close enough that someone might want to talk to Larry Niven and can figure out the language; distant enough to get me decent medical techniques and a ticket to the Moon.

I do suspect that privacy was a passing fad.

The Unexpected always comes at the most awkward times.

My problem with new writers is that it takes me five or six years to memorise the right names.

There is no cause so good or noble that it will not attract fuggheads; and the fuggheads will get all the press.

The reader has certain rights. He bought your story. Think of this as an implicit contract. He's entitled to be entertained, instructed, amused; maybe all three. If he quits in the middle, or puts the book down feeling his time has been wasted, you're in violation.

Treat your life like something to be sculpted.