We project our ideas about ourselves into the heavens and call them ideas about God.

Look at the sky. It’s not dark and black and without character. The black is, in fact deep blue. And over there: lighter blue and blowing through the blues and blackness the winds swirling through the air and then shining, burning, bursting through: the stars! And you see how they roar their light. Everywhere we look, the complex magic of nature blazes before our eyes.

We are taking a business-as-usual position at my agency, though business before 9/11 wasn't that hot either!

Most writers can write books faster than publishers can write checks.

No one likes it, apart from blind people, and I'm sure even they can sense it's profound ugliness as it passes by.

You know, a few months ago, I made a terrible mistake. I realized something, and instead of crushing the thought the moment it came I... I let it hang on, and now I know it to be true. And I'm afraid it's stuck in my head forever. These are the best days of our lives. It's a terrible thing to know, but I know it.

I do send out information about my books. Very few people buy the books that way, but I always feel that if they want to know more about the process, they can get the information from my books.