What else should you be? Human beings didn't evolve brains in order to lie around on lakes. Killing's the first thing we learned. And a good thing we did, or we'd be dead, and the tigers would own the earth.

Home is where the people who live there need me to come home to them, and worry about me when I'm gone. There's no such place on this earth, no matter how far I drive.

Everybody walks past a thousand story ideas every day. The good writers are the ones who see five or six of them. Most people don't see any.

Oh no, real life is escape. The great terrors, the horrors--we hope--of your life come from reading fiction.

Isn't it possible, he wondered, for one person to love another without trying to own each other? Or is that buried so deep in our genes that we can never get it out? Territoriality.

An eye for an eye? How Christian of you.' Unbelievers always want other people to act like Christians.

Science fiction is about what could be but isn't; fantasy is about what couldn't be.