The burden of intelligence: you can always imagine all those wonderful places where you can never belong.

Science fiction is really a rather tiny business compared with its giant cousin, which is fantasy.

I don't believe people let things slide away. It's the nature of the universe that everything dissolves into oblivion and by every route possible, but human beings invest a lot of cleverness trying to cling to past events, real or imagined. And because we can't succeed, we get angry and frustrated and feel guilty. Except the Buddhists.

I'm astonished how little fright I have of my own imagination. It really does baffle me that I don't get more scared because I'm capable of thinking up things that are so awful. On any given day I can imagine the worst.

I can't point to a moment or incident that made me see that this business, this putting down words on paper, was what I would do for the rest of my lucid life. But apparently, that is my calling.

For honest insight into who you are, don't ask yourself what your priorities are for next week. Ask what your priorities were last week.

To improve as a player you need to not only know how you plan to win, but ... how might your opponent disrupt your plan.