We pulled the seeds out and scattered them on their flossy parachutes, leaving only the leathery brownish yellow tongue, soft as the inside of an elbow.

Remember that, my child. Remember you are half water. If you can't go through an obstacle, go around it. Water does.

You're dead, Cordelia.' No I'm not. 'Yes you are. You're dead. Lie down.

Starlet sex scandal. Giant squid involved.

It used to be that your bloodlines dictated who you were. But the U.S. became the land of the self-made man, in which not only did you make a fortune but you could make up everything else about yourself as well. You move into a new town with a spurious pedigreed background and you just make yourself up.

No male writer is likely to be asked to sit on a panel addressing itself to the special problems of a male writer.

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.