Nature is an experimenter.

This story is about love, which means that it is also about hate.

Despite my vast interest in other universes and new ideas and space, travel and time travel, which by the way I think is impossible, the basic thing is human character, which is the main thing of most writers.

The stars above will be below when man has Love.

The brain, knowing that a person can't live forever in this world, rationalizes a future, or other-dimensional, world in which immortality is possible. In other words, religion is the earliest form of science fiction.

Imagination is like a muscle. I found out that the more I wrote, the bigger it got.

It was a shameful thing that she had nothing of which to be ashamed.