Science fiction, to me, has not only things that wouldn't happen, but other planets.

A voice is a human gift; it should be cherished and used, to utter fully human speech as possible. Powerlessness and silence go together.

That is what you have to do before you kill, I thought. You have to create an it, where none was before.

Amazing how the heart clutches at anything familiar, whimpering Mine!Mine!

She wasn't ready to settle down, she told her friends. That was one way of putting it. Another was would have been that she had not found anyone to settle down with. There had been several men in her life, but they hadn't been convincing. They'd been somewhat like her table - quickly acquired, brightened up a little, but temporary. The time for that kind of thing was running out, however. She was tired of renting.

It is my contention that the process of reading is part of the process of writing, the necessary completion without which writing can hardly be said to exist.

The answers you get from literature depend on the questions you pose.