Why go to a machine when you could go to a human being?

It was a great place to write a novel about book burning, in the library basement.

I often wonder if God recognizes His own son the way we've dressed him up, or is it dressed him down?

I do a first draft as passionately and as quickly as I can. I believe a story is valid only when it's immediate and passionate, when it dances out of your subconscious. If you interfere in any way, you destroy it.

Science fiction is a great way to pretend you are writing about the future when in reality you are attacking the recent past and the present. You can criticize communists, racists, fascists or any other clear and present danger, and they can't imagine you are writing about them.

Memory is an illusion, nothing more. It is a fire that needs constant tending.

But with the library, it's like catnip, I suppose: you begin to run in circles because there's so much to look at and read.