I don't hate you, I love you, you're part of myself, you're my heart and when you go it's my heart torn out and carried away--

Come into our home, daughters of Earth; dwell in our tunnels, harvest our fields; what we cannot do, you are now our hands to do for us. Blossom, trees; ripen, fields; be warm for them, suns; be fertile for them, planets: they are our adopted daughters, and they have come home.

there were crimes and quarrels, alongside kindness and cooperation; there were people who loved each other and people who did not; it was a human world.

The wise are not wise because they make no mistakes. They are wise because they correct their mistakes as soon as they recognize them.

The most important training, though, is to experience life as a writer, questioning everything, inventing multiple explanations for everything. If you do that, all the other things will come; if you don't, there's no hope for you.

Everybody walks past a thousand story ideas every day.

We were all fated to die, and so it is good that at least we can be sure our deaths today might bring about a good end, might make the world a better place.