I don't want ever to be guilty of what my critics claim: doing formula without original elements.

Be what you are; it is better that way. --Dolph

For our stories are not yet finished, and perhaps will never be.

Dor woke again as dawn came. The sun had somehow gotten around to the east, where the land was, and dried off so that it could shine again.

Adults had the notion that juveniles needed to suffer. Only when they had suffered enough to wipe out most of their naturally joyous spirits and innocence were they staid enough to be considered mature. An adult was essentially a broken-down child.

Is it foolish to care for non-existent folk?Then, leave me to my foolishness.

As for collaboration - I have done a lot, 26 books, and found publishers increasingly resistive to them. It's not that the books are bad; editors won't even read them.