Show me a character totally without anxieties and I will show you a boring book.

I planned my death carefully, unlike my life, which meandered along from one thing to another, despite my feeble attempts to control it.

God is not the voice in the whirlwind, God is the whirlwind.

Science fiction is filled with Martians and space travel to other planets, and things like that.

There would be no Sherlock Holmes if it were not for serial publication.

Science fiction went through a period that was mostly object-oriented or inventions for distant galaxies.But when we cracked the genetic DNA code, opened the big Pandora's box, and it really did become possible to produce chimeras, my ears shot up.

Children were vehicles for passing things along. These things could be kingdoms, rich wedding gifts, stories, grudges, blood feuds. Through children, alliances were forged; through children, wrongs were avenged. To have a child was to set loose a force in the world.