Don't wake me for the end of the world unless it has very good special effects.

I saw my earlier selves as different people, acquaintances I had outgrown. I wondered how I could ever have been some of them.

Thus did I bear Sir Lancelot de Lac to the Keep of Ganleon, whom I trusted like a brother. That is to say, not at all.

Then you must reconcile yourself to the fact that something is always hurt by any change. If you do this, you will not be hurt yourself.

One of my standard - and fairly true - responses to the question as to how story ideas come to me is that story ideas only come to me for short stories. With longer fiction, it is a character (or characters) coming to visit, and I am then obliged to collaborate with him/her/it/them in creating the story.

That's life: trust and you're betrayed; don't trust and you betray yourself.

I know, too, that death is the only god who comes when you call.