I'm quite influenced in this by one of my heroes, Montaigne, who thought a man's real task was to render as honest an account of himself as he could.

As far as the mechanics go, working with other people on received ideas was for me a very interesting technical problem. I can't say that any of my collaborations engaged my heart, but they engaged the craftsman in me.

Science fiction is very healthy in its form.

Why in God's name should a God be praised if he is only performing his Godly function?

It is a truism throughout the civilized galaxy that when you go to the police, your troubles really begin.

I would like to do a novel where some curse turns that into how the world really is - a blessing or a curse, I don't know which.

I've always thought of absurdism as a French fad I'd like to belong to.